Upon arriving at Sea-Tac I gave my daughter the
usual hug and kiss and said ‘bye, see you in a week - or whatever. Grabbed
my luggage and headed towards the baggage/ticket counter. When my turn
came I placed my suitcase on the proper spot and handed the clerk my
tickets. She looked at them and asked for ID. I opened my purse and my
wallet and pulled out my Costco Card and handed it to her. Believe me,
this was a KODAK moment!!!! She recovered and then explained that I needed
to produce GOVERNMENT ISSUED IDENTIFICATION. The ensuing discussion was
long (took about 15 minutes to get past this point to the next step) and I
will just summarize for this writing. Oh yes, there were many people
standing around that heard all of this. We went back and forth over
GOVERNMENT ISSUED ID and my comments about why did I need a drivers
license, I wasn't driving the plane - that I thought I lived in America
and we had freedom here and hadn't reached the point of having to PRODUCE
OUR PAPERS.
Next we discussed how someone who flies only every few years is to know
of these socialist rules. The requirement of needing GOVERNMENT ISSUED
IDENTIFICATION is not printed on the tickets or the envelopes that contain
the tickets. AND, as I looked around where I stood (where they sell
tickets) there was not any notice concerning that rule. She explained that
I would have been advised at the time I purchased the tickets of the ID
requirement. I told her I didn't purchase the tickets, they were a gift
and had been mailed to me. "Well, it is FAA rules", she said. I asked for
a copy of those rules so that I could see for myself if that was indeed
true. She didn't have a copy and told me to contact FAA for one. I
explained that it was odd that IF that is the rule then it should be
readily available for the public to see. The conversation then went to how
safe she feels knowing that everyone on the plane has GOVERNMENT ISSUED
IDENTIFICATION as it makes everyone SAFER and more SECURE. I remarked that
false identification is not that hard to get and I didn't understand how
the possession of possibly false GOVERNMENT ISSUED IDENTIFICATION could
make anyone feel safer. I certainly didn't feel any safer or more secure
knowing that all passengers carried GOVERNMENT ISSUED IDENTIFICATION. We
agreed that we seemed to have different views on what constitutes SAFETY
and SECURITY. (I really wanted to explain how the FBI, BATF, CIA, had
GOVERNMENT ISSUED IDENTIFICATION and I wondered how SAFE & SECURE the
Randy Weaver family and the Branch Davidians felt knowing that those
firing on them had GOVERNMENT ISSUED IDENTIFICATION. I don't think she
would have comprehended the relationship at all)
I finally asked her point blank if the fact that I didn't produce any
GOVERNMENT ISSUED IDENTIFICATION was going to create denial of my boarding
the plane. She was very exasperated at this point as I am sure they have
not been taught how to deal with nice little old ladies that aren't nasty
or threatening but just asking honest questions. She then reached down
below her counter area and pulled out a very bright flourescent orange
strip of card stock, approx 18 inches x 1.5 inches that she folded around
my purse strap and stapled it. I was told NOT TO REMOVE it either. She
then explained that I would HAVE to submit to a physical search of my
purse upon passing thru the metal detection area. AND, be sure they punch
this strip after you have been searched or YOU WILL NOT GET ON THAT
PLANE!!!!!! I looked at her and asked if the searchers were aware that
they had to punch that strip of bright orange paper after they searched my
purse? "Yes, they know that", she replied. " Well then, I guess it is
their responsibility to punch it and not mine to be sure they do, right?"
She didn't really answer me but made it clear in motions that she was done
with me and for me to proceed so she could help the next person.
I proceeded to the metal detection area where a long line was waiting
to be ‘detected'. I was not carrying anything other than my purse which
had this BRIGHT orange flagging on it so that everyone would know I was
some sort of criminal and not a compliant little sheep following the
dictates of the NWO. I enjoy watching people so this gave me a lot of
entertainment as I stood in line. When I reached the position of
approximately 7th in line the man that I presume is an observer was saying
something. I didn't realize right away that he was talking to me. When it
dawned on me that he was directing his comments to me I asked him to
please repeat what he said as I had not heard him. He smiled broadly and
pointed at the BRIGHT orange flagging and asked me WHAT I had done to
deserve that as they rarely ever see that on a passenger. Keep in mind
this area was crowded and the voice level had to be raised in order to be
heard. I made sure my purse became very visible and smiling I told him
(loudly) that I was guilty of NOT PRODUCING GOVERNMENT ISSUED
IDENTIFICATION as I thought I lived in AMERICA and didn't realize I was
living in NAZI GERMANY!!!! This definitely caught the attention of many
and the observer smiled and said ok, he understood. By this time I was at
the metal detector and placed my purse on the conveyor belt and walked
thru to be ‘detected'. A nice young black woman took my purse and asked me
to please step to the side with her as they needed to physically search my
purse. I said fine and followed her to a window sill. She explained she
had to call for a supervisor. When the supervisor appeared the first
person began to remove the items from my purse. I love these exercises. I
have a well stocked purse too. In fact, it was even more so than usual as
I had my 8 oz bottle of Colloidal Silver in my purse so that it wouldn't
spill in my suitcase. I am an E'Ola Distributor and I take the C.S. daily
as a preventative anti-biotic (I am allergic to all but two prescription
anti-biotics) so I had to have it with me. I had to explain what was in
the bottle, which I did. I told both of them they were lucky I had not
brought my little C.S. Maker (for making the C.S. myself) as it has three
batteries and wires and silver probes. That would have made them all
nervous and probably landed me in a cell somewhere. Both of them were very
nice and polite through this process. After all items were removed and
those that needed explanation were explained, the woman attempted to
replace the items in my purse. After a while of watching the attempted
repack I asked if there was any rule that prevented me from repacking it.
She gratefully said no, so I did the chore. As I was repacking my purse
the supervisor (he was of Asian decent) asked me WHY I went through all of
this. I explained to him that I was born in America almost 58 years ago
and I still believed in ALL the freedoms that Americans are supposed to
have. Also, that I would continue to exercise my rights as I understand
them until the day I die in spite of the Socialist restraints being
imposed upon the people of this Country. This man looked me square in the
eyes and told me thank you and to please continue doing it. He wished more
people would stand against these things as I have chosen to do. I wish I
would have had more time to find out where he came from and hear his story
but flight time was fast arriving so off I went to the boarding area. I
made mental notes of the expressions on the faces of those that would see
my BRIGHT orange flagging (reminded me of the YELLOW STAR during WWII) and
wished I had time to explain to them the reason why I had it. Perhaps a
few understood.
I boarded the plane without further stops and arrived in Reno on time.
An amazing event took place in spite of my not having produced GOVERNMENT
ISSUED IDENTIFICATION but only using a Costco Card to get on board - all
of the passengers on that flight arrived SAFELY, can you believe it. No
one was harmed by my lack of producing GOVERNMENT ISSUED IDENTIFICATION.
