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Spotlight: Joe McTee

26 Nov

November 26, 2011

A quick story. A few years back, not long ago but before body scanners, I was traveling back from Cleveland. One of my souvenirs was a replica street sign. Like a real street sign, it was around three feet long and made out of metal. It also had fairly sharp edges. Not wanting and unable to put it in my luggage, I was carrying it onboard the airplane with the intent of putting it in the overhead compartment. I was worried that I would be stopped before I got on the plane. With the extreme focus on security I could not imagine being allowed to carry on what was more or less a weapon- a large, heavy piece of metal with sharp edges. After all, nail clippers and cuticle scissors were confiscated at the security checkpoint. So I was shocked that I was waved through security without a glance. The only concession to the possible dangerous nature of my souvenir was the fact that the metal street sign had to go through a metal detector.

Joe McTee is far more eloquent than I am. He is also a thorough researcher and writer. He has taken a look at the TSA and airport security and many of the things that I may have hinted at in my little story above but lacked the words to put explicitly, he has. And he has also said much that simply would not have occurred to me. What follows is an essay I hope all of you take to heart. In fact, I hope you’ll pass it along. As Thomas Jefferson said, “an informed citizenry is the only true repository of the public will.”

Joe is the head software guru for JEKLsoft, and a solar collector from somewhere near the People’s Republic of Boulder. His contributions to the FlashCast make up the backbone of the mail segment, and, though the opinions he provides are often strong, they are always well backed with interesting logic and a well-read cranium full of considered facts.

When he’s not busy saving the world from its energy crisis, he enjoys watching his daughter race planes, or being trounced by his offspring in a game or two of Catan.

Joe can be found online at  http://jeklblog.blogspot.com/ for technical issues, and at http://tiltingwiththeworld.blogspot.com/ for things like you will find below.
He tweets
@jmctee
Under the alias “Colorado Joe,” you can hear him on the Flash Cast.

The TSA – A Waste of Time and Money

There is a Franklin quote showing up in blogs and essays all over the web…

“Those who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.” – Benjamin Franklin, circa February 1775 [1]

Given the current policies and procedures used by the TSA, this quote really hits home. But I started to wonder, what was Franklin referring to? Does it apply to our current situation? So I did some digging. I found the quote in “Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Benjamin Franklin, Vol 1”. It was in correspondence with Lord Dartmouth regarding a British proposal designed to avert military action by requesting reparation from the Massachusetts Colony for the Boston Tea Party. Franklin was interested in a diplomatic solution as well, but felt the British proposal was too one-sided.

The quote above was in response to a section of the proposal that would move the southern border of Quebec such that Quebec would subsume the Massachusetts Colony and their laws, the subtext being that this would make them easier to govern. Franklin would have none of it. At the end of his correspondence, in a section titled “Hints”, Franklin furthers the point with the following observation…

“We cannot endure despotism over any of our fellow subjects. We must all be free or none.” [1]

As is always the case when researching our founding fathers, I am impressed with the depth of their commitment to the idea of freedom. In this particular case, I found that the ideas Franklin was espousing really do apply to our present situation with the TSA. To wit, the United States Government has enacted laws purported to make the general public more secure that remove civil rights guaranteed us in the Constitution of the United States, the most notable of these being the Fourth Amendment.

“The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.” [2]

The TSA is flouting the highest law of the land in a purported attempt to make us safer. This action raises several questions that need answers.

Does the TSA, or any other government agency, have the legal right to ignore the civil rights of US citizens?

Both the TSA full body scan and pat down meet the definition of a search as defined by the Fourth Amendment and the Supreme Court [3]. I expect that my body is private and this is an expectation society has as well. The TSA’s process of selecting random travelers for these invasive searches takes place without probable cause. The argument that this is a violation of a travelers guaranteed rights is easy to make. So easy in fact, that this point has been ceded by our elected officials and at least one former TSA Director.

Mo McGowan, former TSA Director of Security Operations stated “No one likes their Fourth Amendment rights violated going through a security line..” [4]

Do the procedures used by the TSA make us any safer?

The short answer is no. The longer answer is we may even be less safe.

Adam Savage, of MythBusters fame, has produced a video describing how he inadvertently brought a 12″ razor blade through security undetected (he went through the backscatter x-ray machine). [5] Noted security expert Bruce Schneier has demonstrated several times how ineffective the security screening is at airports, faking boarding passes and bringing large amounts of untested liquids through the lines. [6] There are several other similar stories that can be found online.

And we all know how much safer we are because of the liquid ban, correct? Well, it turns out that the premise behind instituting the ban, brought on by a plot to build a liquid bomb and detonate on a plane, is flawed, i.e., the liquid bomb in design at the time the plot was foiled was unlikely to ever work and in general, a liquid bomb is extremely hard to make. So we are being inconvenienced without being kept any safer. And even if it might be possible to build an effective liquid bomb, Schneier points out that the current TSA procedure would simply slow down a terrorist, not stop them, as they simply have to keep trying to get their liquid through security until they are successful (the point being, liquids are confiscated, but the person with the liquid is not punished in any way). [7]

I have personal experience with bringing a bottle of water through security undetected. Another time, I forgot to remove a leatherman tool from my backpack (a folding tool that contains pliers and assorted knives, including one with a 4″ blade”). It went through the x-ray undetected. These are just my own experiences. The TSA has time and again shown that its detection techniques are ineffective. Based on this, at a minimum, we aren’t any safer than we were before, but…

The government indicates that the full body, backscatter x-rays are safe. But how did they arrive at this decision? Apparently by taking the word of the manufacturers of the products. No peer-reviewed, blinded studies of the safety of these devices has been published, leading several leading scientists to question their safety. [8] and [9] A litmus test as to the reasonableness of these scientist’s concern would be, if a company tried to sell one of these devices to a hospital as a medical device, would they be able to with the current level of testing? The answer is no. So why are they deployed in our airports?

A personal observation about the safety of these devices. I have worked on devices classified by the FDA as a Medical Device and have first hand knowledge of the types of testing and documentation that must be provided to prove the safety of the devices. This is a rigorous process developed over time that has a proven track record of improving the safety of these devices. These processes were put into place because of device failures that cost lives. One of the most tragic failures was of the Therac-25, an radiation therapy device that inadvertently delivered lethal doses of radiation to patients due to a flaw in the control software. [10] The backscatter x-ray machines, which also have a radiation source controlled by software, are not required to be certified as a medical device. This makes no sense!

So we have an extremely expensive combination of devices and processes that are demonstrably ineffective at finding weapons and contraband, very invasive and inconvenient for travelers, and in the case of the backscatter x-ray, potentially unsafe to use. And as one person on twitter observed, “TSA nude scanners: so safe the TSA operators stand behind radiation shields.” [11]

Is there a less intrusive way to achieve the goal of better security that does not require travelers to relinquish their civil rights?

Bruce Schneier has commented that there were two changes, post 9/11, that improved the security of airline travelers. Locked, reinforced cockpit doors was the first. And passengers armed with the knowledge that they can and should fight back is the second. [6] Everything else, he argues, is security theater. [12] He also makes an excellent point, which resonates deeply with me, that we can refuse to be terrorized. [13]

A great example of low-key, but effective security is the model used by the Israeli government. A layered security model, it is designed to efficiently detect and address problems while minimizing the impact of the vast majority of travelers who do not pose a risk. [14]

If we have don’t have anything to hide, why should we care?

This is, perhaps, the most disturbing argument I hear regarding the government’s intrusion on our rights in the name of security. At a minimum, there is the fact that the system wastes enormous amounts of time and money, potentially endangering the health of travelers. But there is a deeper reason to be concerned with the issue. As noted earlier, our founding fathers put quite a bit of thought into setting up a government predicated on the notion that certain rights are inalienable. It is up to the citizens of the country to demand that these rights remain so. As another founder, James Madison eloquently stated, “We are right to take alarm at the first experiment upon our liberties.” Congressman Ron Paul agrees and has introduced legislation to give us back rights we never should lost in first place. [15]

What can we do about it?

I am not a criminal. I am not a terrorist. I do not recognize the government’s power to take away rights guaranteed to me in the Constitution of the United States. I sincerely hope that the citizens of our country will realize they are losing rights and will do everything in their power to take them back. Make sure your elected representatives know how you feel. Vote for those who best represent your interests and will protect your rights. Recognize that this problem is inherent in both of the large political parties in our country. It is time to look beyond these parties for effective leadership. And when you travel, opt out of the backscatter x-ray machine. Make the process as onerous on the TSA as it is on you. Ensure the TSA agents understand that you are submitting under duress and that they are infringing on your rights. If the system is sufficiently bogged down, it will have to be changed.

All our elected officials have given us up to this point is security theater, really expensive security theater. It is time to demand that the TSA stop terrorizing Americans.

Mr. Blog Goes to Vegas- a Flashback! Classic

5 Apr

April 5, 2011

One more classic repost before getting back to business tomorrow.

Las Vegas, Part One:

Hard Travelin’ Heroes

from August 23, 2008

Traveling. The word conjures up images of exotic locales, far off lands, romantic getaways, or perhaps your family’s trip to see Grandma in Scranton last year. You remember, there were like fifty of you there, all cramped in two bedrooms in Grandma’s condo because she’d just die, right there on the floor, if you dared insult her by staying in a hotel. At least, she would, if only there were any room for her on the floor upon which to fall.

But in the most basic sense, traveling is simply moving from point A to point C. (Avoid point B. It is nothing but an overpriced tourist trap.)

I traveled to Las Vegas this past week. The trip there was close to five hours. It was shorter than my eight hour trip to London, but a lot longer than my old 10 minute commute to work. However, that isn’t accurate. You see, only the flight was about five hours. The actual traveling time was much more.

The flight was due to take off at about 10 am. My brother and I left the house about 7:15. You may think that was a little early but you are likely to encounter traffic on the Belt Parkway at anytime. Four in the morning, Easter Sunday? Traffic. Giants win the Super Bowl, midnight? Traffic. Belt Parkway closed to traffic? Traffic. We were going to Las Vegas because my brother had been there once before, two years ago, and they comped him a room. Right away we were ahead- a free suite at the Rio.

We got to Kennedy Airport (their motto: Hey, it happens.) and located long-term parking by following the totally helpful and not at all confusing, vague, or just plain wrong, signs straight back out of the airport. “What the hell was that?” my brother asked.

This time I went back to the airport and found long-term parking by stopping alongside a fence, getting out of the car, and spotting it with my own two eyes. Luckily, I got back to driving before Homeland Security wondered what I was doing peeking over a fence at the cargo end of the complex.

Long term parking was full. I think I parked a full nautical league away. It was strange, though, because as full as the lot was of cars, we didn’t see another person anywhere. Not at all. To be fair, we did see a Port Authority bus drive by, but since we were on the passenger side and didn’t look for the driver I stand by my statement- we didn’t see another person anywhere. It was very quiet and odd. Even the train to the plane was pretty quiet. In fact, the only thing that broke the silence was when I shouted “If I don’t find a fucking cart soon I’m going to drop these bags!”

I was only carrying two bags but they were heavy. The secret of air travel, which I reveal here for the first time, is to never, ever, check a bag. If it is at all possible to take everything carry-on, and even if it isn’t possible, do it. Your bags can never get lost and you will never have to wait and wait and wait at the baggage claim. You can be all smug as you jet past all those guys and beat them to the taxis. OK, your shirts will be wrinkled and your pants will be smashed flat but you’ll be out of he airport sooner, and isn’t it more important to be first than to have a smooth shirt?

I had crammed all my clothes into a duffel bag that I knew from experience would just make it in the overhead. That was on one shoulder. Hanging from the other was my laptop bag. It had my laptop, my camera, my iPod, my cell phone, assorted chargers and cables, and whatever random this’s and that’s that seem to have made their way into that laptop bag and call it home. There was a CD-R with the label all smudged, some kind of USB converter that doesn’t have diddley to do with the laptop, an instruction book to a printer, and cables, cables, cables. So the bag was a bit heavy.

We found the carts and they were stuck in a machine and cost three dollars to get one loose. No, I was going to Vegas. There are about a billion and two fun and dangerous ways to lose money in Vegas, I wasn’t about to squander three bucks on a cart at JFK.

Besides, there was one sitting on the street four feet away.

We loaded the bags on the cart and soon found why it was abandoned- it had a gimpy wheel. But I didn’t care and, even with a gimpy wheel, it was better than breaking my shoulders marching across the long-term no man’s land. And march it was. We were heading to the Air Tram, which was so far away I was sure it was a mirage. It was going to take us to the airport which was so far away I couldn’t even see it. We walked, no joke, almost ten minutes until we found the shuttle bus which would take us to the tram station.

It was parked right outside the tram station.

Saying a teary farewell to the cart, we shlepped our bags up the escalator and plopped down in the station. Here was we saw our first people- two teenage kids sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags.

We got on the train, which I must admit was very nice, quiet, and clean, and it took us to the terminal. Well, no, not quite. It took us across the street from the terminal. There was no cart and we trudged across the street after what seemed like an eternity waiting for the cop to stop traffic for us (what was it, the Belt Parkway?) and continued our trek.

Inside the terminal we stopped at the automated kiosk and got our tickets and went to the gate. Oh, sorry, wrong way. The gate was the other way. No? But the sign said… I think this is it. Oh, wait, there it is, back the other way. JetBlue has some perks but just getting around their terminal is not one of them.

We found the entrance to the gate and got on line for the security check. A bellowing man informed us of the following:

“You cannot bring on any liquids. Water is a liquid. If you can’t breath it and it isn’t hard then it is a liquid. Ice is a liquid. No metal. This rail is metal. My badge is metal. Your watch is metal. Metal is a solid. It is hard. It is not a liquid.”There was more, a lot more, but I’ll stop the physics lesson here, before his discourse on gas. He walked up and down the line and bellowed it all. Twice.

We got through the checkpoint and followed more signs to our gate. HA! If only it were that easy. We followed the signs which informed us that, due to construction, we’d have to go down a rickety flight of stairs to a shuttle bus to our gate. So check me on this. Before I ever got to the plane, I’d driven to the airport, walked to the train, rode the train to the terminal, and took a bus to the gate. If I could somehow work in a ferry ride just before I got on the plane I’d have hit all the major modes of transport. I had done a whole lot of traveling before I even left New York.

We got off the bus and walked, again, with heavy bags (did I mention that I don’t check bags? I wasn’t feeling so smart at that point.) to our gate, which was the farthest away, of course. We had about 45 minutes till boarding and I was hungry. I bought an orange juice and a tuna sandwich there and it only cost me $11. I was afraid to see how much a donut would set me back. I only had a couple of hundred on me.

Well, after a while the crew came out and started setting up the desk and it looked like we were soon to board so about half of the people waiting got up and stood in a line. This is stupid in every way because they call priority seating (wheelchairs) first and start boarding from the back so most of those people weren’t getting on right away anyway. Plus they had to stand while they could have been sitting and relaxing. What was the rush to get on the plane and get into a cramped seat?

The joke was on them. After they were standing for over ten minutes, and it became obvious that the flight wasn’t taking off on time, they announced that the flight was going to be delayed an hour for routine maintenance.

An hour. For routine maintenance. No way. There had to be something seriously wrong. “Routine” maintenance doesn’t delay a plane for an hour. The announcement went on to say that this was only an estimate and no one should leave the gate because it may be sooner. About twenty people left the gate.

And just five minutes later we started boarding.

I never did find out what was wrong, but as we walked down the jetway I saw two guys on the wing. One was straddling the engine and bolting something down, the other was just standing there.

You don’t know the utter joy this gave me. Really. Invariably, no matter who I am traveling with, sometime during the flight I will look out the window and, with an expression of fear on my face and urgency in my voice, turn to my companion and say “there’s a man on the wing!” OK, it makes me laugh. But this was too perfect. I stopped dead on the jetway and turned to my brother, pointed out the window, and said “there’s a man on the wing!” He was ready to slug me when he saw that yes, there really was a man on the wing. For the first time ever! I had actually made the joke in the correct context! He stopped in mid-slug, laughed, and shoved me ahead.

We found our seats and soon a JFK miracle occurred: We took off nearly on time.

The flight was relatively uneventful. JetBlue offers 36 channels of satellite television and even more XM radio. And as you could have guessed- nothing was on. But I watched reruns of Family Guy on TBS and saw The King of Queens on UPN and watched some other stuff that I wouldn’t have bothered with had I been in my living room. The flight was smooth and I didn’t look out the window much, due to cloud cover.

Eventually, after the nineteenth hour of the five hour flight, I looked out and saw the American West spread out below me. Mesas, dunes, sprawling emptiness, and a lot of what looked like the Forbidden Zone where Taylor landed in The Planet of The Apes. I was impressed. I had never been that far west before and I spent a lot of time looking out the window. I wasn’t sitting in the window seat and this really bothered the old lady who was. But who cared? Besides her? It was The West! Just a hundred and fifty years ago cowboys drove cattle across these plains! The cavalry fought the Indians here! Clint Eastwood was Hung High there and Henry Fonda sang My Darling Clementine in a saloon while John Wayne wooed Pocahontas just below the wings of my plane. Or something sort of like that.

The Captain announced that we were beginning final descent into McCarran Airport. I looked. I craned my neck. I spilled a bottle of water on the old lady with all the craning but I didn’t see the city. All I saw were some hills ahead. Then we were over the hills and there was Vegas spread out before us.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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Want more of the story? Follow the Vegas Adventure here:

Las Vegas, Part Two: Oddities of The West
Las Vegas, Part Three: Strippers
Las Vegas, Part Four: Better Odds at M+Ms World
Las Vegas, Part Five: The Chocolate is Lactose Intolerant
Las Vegas, Part Six: Where No Man Has Gambled Before
Las Vegas, Part Seven: The Price is Right meets Gilligan’s Island
Las Vegas, Part Eight: Convening Conventions
Las Vegas, Part Nine: Magic tricks and Disappearing Photos