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The following poem, which was written under the pen name “Blogger Bob,” appears on the Transportation Security Administration web site, and should provide comfort to all those wondering precisely how Our Government is protecting us.
Note especially the date—i.e. the day before a man set himself on fire while attempting to bring down a fully loaded jet at Detroit International Airport on Christmas Day:
Happy Holidays 2009
T'was the night before travel and all through the suitcase/ Not an item was stirring not even the toothpaste.
The stockings were packed in the bag with great care/ With hopes that they soon would be in the air.
The tickets were nestled all snug in a binder/ Your PDA calendar set as a reminder.
Awaking to a yard of frost and snow/ With a grab of your bags you were soon on the go.
At your gate just in time with moments to spare/ Your seat reclined as you glide through the air.
You fall right to sleep as in your own bed/ While visions of fruitcakes danced in your head.
Awaking to sounds of wheels on the ground/ Waiting for luggage you hope will be found.
You have finally arrived at your destination/ It's time to enjoy your holiday vacation.
Happy Holidays and we'll see you in 2010.
—TSA Web Site
Now, after a moment of stunned silence at this staggering bit of government cluelessness, we here at NotMakingThisUp couldn’t resist coming up with our own version of the friendly TSA holiday poem—although one based on the realities of the day, as opposed to the fantasies of a well-paid government employee whose pension is more secure than that of anyone reading this blog, and whose employment will never be threatened whether or not he or she actually performs his or her job.
Ode to Osama Al Queda Bin Terrorist
‘Twas the night before Christmas and in a safe house,
An explosive device was prepared that would douse,
A passenger booked on a flight to the States,
With chemicals, if he could get past the gates.
“Security? Praise Allah!” his handlers told him,
“Getting through that is the least of your problems.
“The Infidels worry so much for decorum,
“They wand Grannies instead, when fake hips trip alarms.
“But you with your name—‘Osama Al Qaeda Bin Terrorist’
“Should have no problem since you will be on their ‘A-List’
“They’ll let you go through without even a glance,
“While Grandmas and Grandpas must undo their pants.”
And so it was later, on Delta 2-5-3,
Where 300-odd souls had been watching TV,
And while TSA’s “Blogger Bob” ignored warnings of mayhem,
That a terrorist very nearly successfully killed them.
What of Grandma and Grandpa, for whom security freaked?
Well the flight wasn’t nearly as bad as you’d think.
For they were arrested, stripped-searched and taken away,
When their pacemakers set off Codes Red, Blue and Grey.
Well, we did make that up….
I Am Not Making This Up
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