Morrissey Alleges Sexual Assault

Pssh, TSA, amirite? Morrissey ended up getting a very, very thorough security check at San Francisco International Airport. One against his will. One that included the quick and tender grab of his penis and testicles. And that, my friends, qualifies as sexual assault. But, but the terrorists…ISIS…if TSA doesn’t fondle some breasts and dicks along the way, how will we stop the horrendous ways of terrorist organizations? Umm, no.

Morrissey put out a statement that explained what happened. It doesn’t seem outrageous, unlike much of what that guy says.

On leaving the US on 27 July I flew from San Francisco International Airport to London on flight BA 284.

At 2:30 in the afternoon I went through the usual airport security procedure including the stand-up ‘scanner’, and all was well – no bleeps and nothing unusual.

Before I could gather my belongings from the usual array of trays I was approached by an “airport security officer” who stopped me, crouched before me and groped my penis and testicles. He quickly moved away as an older “airport security officer” approached.

That’s very furtive. “Crouched”. Some airport officer scampered over like a Rhesus monkey, stuck out his human monkey hand and tickled Morrissey’s fancy. Then just as quickly, scooted away when a bigger predator appeared. The animal kingdom amazes.

The officer who sexually assaulted me was identified as the General Manager On Duty. Luckily I was accompanied by two members of British Airways Special Services, who were horrified at the sexual attack and suggested that I lodge a complaint. I asked if there would be any point in lodging a complaint since, as with any complaint against a figure in “authority”, the complaints are simply collected in order to protect the guilty officer should the matter go further. The British Airways Special Services employees assured me that a complaint was worthwhile, and so I filed the appropriate information. However, before doing so, the guilty “officer” was confronted, and the conversation went thus:

You have just sexually groped this man.
Officer: That’s just your opinion.
What you have done is illegal.
Officer: That’s just your opinion.
You have no right to do what you have just done.
Officer: That’s just your opinion.

That groper should switch careers and be a lawyer or politician. S/he is very good at repeating talking points. “That’s just your opinion.”

Complainant: You just groped me.
Officer: That’s just your opinion.
Complainant: You’re a rapist.
Officer: That’s just your opinion.
Complainant: Give me your badge number.
Officer: That’s just your opinion.
Complainant: I’m reporting you.
Officer: That’s just your opinion.

Not bad, this works well in daily life. I’ll try it.

Morrissey finished his description with this:

In the interests of imperishable bureaucracy my submitted complaint against this ‘officer’ will obviously be either unread or ignored because, as we all know, on matters of officialism it is not possible to be pleasantly surprised by anything at all. However, what is clear is that, should you find yourself traveling through San Francisco International Airport, you should expect sexual abuse from the so-called ‘security officers’ who, we are unconvincingly warned, are acting only for our security.

Not a surprise to see authority figures abuse their powers. Many are bullies and sociopaths protected by badges. And yea, avoid San Francisco International Airport. Sounds like it’s a zoo of sexually assault-minded monkeys pawing at all the travelers walking through. A sex zoo over there and you are the prey.

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