I am NOT Al-Queda!!!

Went to pick up a friend at the airport. Stopped for a minute at sidewalk. Security officer quickly told me to keep it moving. I drove around in circles slowly looking for my pickup. Around and around. Finally I park and wait. He comes in. I go and get the car again. I don't see him. He sees me and comes running out. A big hug. I jump in the truck but apparently not fast enough for some frustrated driver behind to curse and shake their fists at me. I get out to see what's wrong. A man jumps out and wants to fight. We cool off and get back in. I start to pull off, but another security agent stops me. She chews me out and belittles me for getting out of my truck in "her" section. She enjoys chewing me out for awhile and informs me that cameras are everywhere and I'm on film and she has the power to "escort" me out of the airport. I hang my head and apologize over and over as she enjoys her tantrum of power. She finally lets me go with disgust.

I scream, "I AM NOT AL-QUEDA!"

Why the stress? Why the sacrifice of freedom? Why the over-protectiveness of everyday life because some nut-group Muslims bombed New York? I'm sick of it. America has traded her freedom for the illusion of safety.

I'd rather be un-safe.

At least we wouldn't be jumping out of the cars in frustration ready to fight each other.

I think the terrorist have already won this war. We've traded in our common-sense wanting our government to protect us. What happened to that spirit that said, "Give me freedom or give me death" ?

I don't wanna die for it, but I'd be willing to sacrifice some of my "safety" for some common sense freedom again.