A Taste of Tyranny…(It’s the Real Thing, Baby…)

Claire Wolfe visits a(n) concentration camp training facility…airport…

So there we were — in a place that made Theriesenstadt look homey by comparison. That made Cold War propaganda films look like reality TV.

Hundreds of people shuffled along like Stalinist peasants queuing up for loaves of sawdusty bread. But these weren’t peasants. These were America’s formerly best and brightest. They inched along with their heads down, faces blank, their manner servile and subdued. A few couples, families, or small groups talked with each other to pass the endless waits. But smiles seemed forced, conversations stilted. Like the conversations of East Berliners, always knowing “the authorities” are listening.

Heavily armed guards scanned the crowd of disarmed peasants passengers. The cowed crowd (which the Department of Homeland (Achtung!) Security insists are its “customers”) — shuffled toward portals to be serviced (I use the word advisedly) by TSA agents.

I hardly need describe it. You know the drill. But you can’t imagine how alien and unreal it looks to somebody just arrived from the free city of Hardyville.

More here…

…Nothing to see here…move along…move along…

“All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian, or Turkish, appear to me no other than human inventions set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and profit.” — Thomas Paine


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