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To my surprise, the return trip was just as interesting as the original. I flew through a small regional airport that is free from scanners and general hassle, so there wasn’t much drama there, nor did I expect any. One of the TSO’s was confused as to what USSA meant, and I responded that my outfit is just some social commentary. I didn’t feel like giving a history lesson on the USSR, and other historical ills.
The real drama started when I got on my connecting flight to LAX. I was one of the last passengers on, and I was in the back of the plane. The stewardess in the tail end was quite nice, but there was no room for my carry on, so I had to check it. At the front of the plane three concerned-looking stewardesses took my carry on. And then I was actually asked whether or not my uniform was real. Without rolling my eyes, I explained that I did this for the TSA.

Stewardess: “To cause trouble for the TSA?”
Me: “To protest the TSA”

I was basically chided for scaring passengers. I returned to my seat a little discouraged that people are gullible and the flight crew didn’t seem ecstatic about a TSA protest. But I was quite happy that they asked the question, know that I’m protesting the TSA, and will now have to relay that information to a planeload of people.

What amazes me is the people that were concerned would have had to come to one of the following conclusions:

1) I just escaped from prison, bought a plane ticket, and didn’t bother to change clothes.

OR

2) The air marshals sent me to the front of the plane without escort to check my PERSONAL BLUE TRAVEL TOTE

OR

3) The Department of Homeland Security has its own prisons where it implants barcodes into the back of your head. And that’s not what concerns them.

Forcing a TSA dialogue with the passengers was good enough for me, but remember the rather pleasant crew member in the back of the plane? When she got to me with the beverage cart, she smiled and asked how the TSA treated me at the checkpoint. I described my LAX experience from the last trip, and we had a fantastic conversation about how unbelievable the situation is. She raised concerns over whether cavity searches are next (at which point I mentioned the radiation chairs that exist), how she has had to deal with this stuff on a regular basis because of her job, and how the TSA seems perturbed every time she requests a private screening. My faith in humanity was restored.

After seeding the last of my pamphlets in the back of some plane seats, I mulled over the mixed experience as I exited the airport. But then I walked by a checkpoint and saw a man in the Naked Surrender Box, with a line of American citizens behind him waiting to be processed. The anger came back, and any lingering doubts about what I just did vanished. This is a God&*@# war. No regrets. I have no future plans of flying, but if I do I won’t hesitate to pull this stunt again.

Quick video proof that I did this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkcAmBGC-fI

I'm sorry its sideways. Its my first youtube upload