I had told her on the phone that I was leaving for Chicago “around 2,” and I figured if she really wanted to shut me up, maybe she’d guess my flight from there and look for me. It seemed like a compromise with myself. The part of me that wanted to set up the sting to bring down the pig power structure, and the side of me that would roll it’s eyes at “Mr Jillette will be flying to Chicago on the 2:35 United Flight and would like there to be no trouble.” So, I put on my jeans, pajama tops and suit coat and headed for the airport. I stood in a long line and waited my turn. There was no tap on the shoulder whisking me away to the “special” line with caviar, and topless wand rapes. A few of the pigs made the usual jokes about “can’t you just make your luggage disappear” and complimented me on our show. It was the usual uncomfortable interaction, as I try to be polite about the compliment while still keeping a good solid pout on about my loss of freedom. Yup, I beeped. Yup, I was wand raped. He followed all the rules and didn’t grab me. He was polite and efficient.
The follow-up to the Penn & Teller piece that’s been making the rounds. This one cost him a lot of the respect I had for him; calling police officers and other government peace officers “pigs” is nothing but vitriolic rhetoric that polarises normal citizens against government officials.
Penn is clearly a bit of a jerk, and doesn’t care as much as he could about people who don’t have his privilege. Score one for clapifyoulikeme.
