Like me, anybody who has ever worked or presently works on any airport in North America, particulary in the Socialist Republic of Canada, the Great Land of the Free Lunch where Chairman Chretien from His throne in Porkville single-handedly reigns this constitutional dictatorship, can tell you that airport security is a bloody joke. When I came to Canada in the 1970's, the company that hired me and knew shit about me, dressed me up in an impressive security guard uniform, making me look very important. Being allowed to go anywhere on the airport, including aircraft, I then worked for minimum wage and without any training, in the Toronto terminals for seven months: scanning passengers and staring at screens without having a clue how to interpret the shady junk drifting by my blurry eyes. The only time we ever saw anything suspicious was when a plastic waterpistol in a child's handbag appeared on the tube. And sometimes we found small scissors. Or knitting material. This nonsense of not being able to recognize what is what, still goes on today! Recently I was stopped at Pearson International by an ignoramus with a powder-blue turban, who could hardly speak the language. He nearly pissed himself when he noticed the outline of my glucose-meter test strips (as used by diabetics) on the security monitor. Actually the entire staff got pretty excited as they clearly thought they had caught a live one. Until some dick, sporting darkred headgear and looking like a field commander, apparently enlightened them by quacking something in Swahili or Punjabi. Or whatever. [Trying to learn the language of the country that takes them in, is getting out of fashion real quick nowadays.] Anyway, by that time the entire contents of my bag was spread out on the table, for me to re-pack. No apologies. No manners. No class. No nothing.
Ok. That's upstairs. Don't be fooled by all that phony new & improved $24 per shot security bullshit which requires you to be at the airport 3-4 hours before departure. No hijacking terrorist worth his salt, is gonna risk his holy operation by trying to waltz on board, loaded to the hilt. He doesn't have to.
Because of downstairs!
Downstairs? Yes, downstairs on the ramp, where the real action takes place. I know! For 14 years I worked there. Employees working as caterers, bagage handlers, fuellers, janitors, lavatory staff, mechanics, ramp agents, de-icers, cargo staff, anybody can go anywhere at any time as he or she bloody well pleases, and can place anything on board in pre-arranged locations. The Authority that supplies those folks with the security passes, knows absolutely zilch about their past and present. Nothing! Except of course what they tell the authorities. Nice stories about their integrity. And our bureaucrats, guided by the politically correct cells in our societies, wouldn't dare to question them in any depth. 'Cause that would be racist. And so un-Canadian! Therefore, because of this sucker mentality, we have large hordes of foreign-linked individuals loafing around on our airports, very much able to place anything, anywhere on any aircraft (except EL AL) on any airport. Of course those ramp workers are no crooks perse. We're all immigrants and we all have to make a living. But Heaven help us for those among them whos hands are ready to be greased. Or the freaks who believe that North Americans should be blown to pieces in the name of Allah or Mohammed or whoever they think they're pleasing. And it's becoming clearer every day that there are plenty of them.
I have drilled myself not to think of how and where my son, who is a B767 airline pilot, makes his living. But at least he is working. Which cannot be said of those 4.400 employees of bankrupt Canada 3000, who lost their jobs when business went down 30%, thanks to that Laden creep & his scumbags. |
