(post-Ted K's apprehension)
to the Seekrut Contents of the no-fly List [or still-super-seekrut Other ones] and it had come to Vollman's attention, not only that he had been 'suspect' but ... Still. Is. One.

Would that event-oid have been sufficient to extinguish some of the remaining Tolerance/apologia associated with.. Oh say? 'dedicated people just doing theirjobtokeepusallsafe-nomatterWhat-we-Do-to-them'

Semanticists Demand To Know.

Vollman says it best:

Perhaps most alarming, he discovered in his heavily redacted file that he was considered a terrorist suspect even after the Unabomber had been apprehended in 1996. After the 9/11 attacks, he realizes, “I had graduated from being a Unabomber suspect to being an anthrax suspect.” Even today, his international mail often arrives opened. A private investigator explains to him: “Once you’re a suspect and you’re in the system, that ain’t goin’ away. . . . Anytime there’s a terrorist investigation, your name’s gonna come up.”

It’s a terrifying essay, only sporadically leavened by gallows humor. Vollmann admits that he’s hardly the worst victim of our overzealous government. But anyone who cares about the unraveling of our civil rights and the destruction of the American way of life should heed this chilling and deeply personal story.

What he describes is a mostly invisible and completely impervious class of bureaucrats — he calls them “the Unamericans” — who systematically violate our privacy and disregard the presumption of innocence. The worst irony, of course, is they do this under the guise of protecting us.

Sieg Sicherheit! mein Führer--is that tacitly presumed or just-redundant-to-Say?

We're not just Ill ... we're Diseased. Theme for next many jours: cha. cha. cha. ... cha.
Guess I gotta spring for the Full Monty: the Harpers article; might be handy to have a small-print copy on board--to hand to some Next-cop 'assisting me with Enquiries". That or a Glock-replica? printed-up.