Well folks, the arrogance of the Transportation Security Administration and the country’s official big sister, Secretary Janet Napolitano has simultaneously reached new heights…and new depths.

Under new standards (I use the term “standards” very, very loosely here), the thugs pedophiles perverts security officers of the TSA are going to get to know you REAL well by the time you finish clearing security at our airports.  The old AT&T phone company’s (remember that?  Talk about retro…) advertising line “Reach out and touch someone” has taken on a whole new meaning.

The TSA’s method of checking folks for explosives has changed.  Not satisfied with making granny take her shoes off and thirsty diabetics empty their water bottles, and deciding that rubbing you all over with the back of their hands wasn’t enough, they have decided to make sexual assault a normal part of flying from Cleveland to El Paso.

Would “feeling up” Richard Reid have kept us safe?  Uh…no.  His bomb was in his tennis shoes, not his crotch.

How about Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab?  Would copping a feel have stopped the Christmas Day Bomber?  Nope.  Despite the bomb being in his Fruit-of-the-Looms it was designed in such a way that a good session of getting to second base would have found nothing.

But getting to second base…and beyond…has just become a normal part of a TSA security screener’s job.

Hey…don’t complain!  Pedophiles and sexual deviants need jobs too!!!

Just how much more are we gonna take?  Just how close to the Gestapo of Nazi Germany will we allow this country to get?  When will we say “enough is enough”?

It’s easy for me to say since it can’t happen…I’m already on the TSA no-fly list…but if it were me and my family, I can tell you what would happen.  If a screener were to check my “package” there would be one hell of a ruckus raised…very loudly.  If a screener checked out the lushness of my wife or girlfriend’s breasts, or…God forbid…ran their hand between my daughter’s legs, copping a feel of her crotch, the screener would go to the hospital and I’d go to jail.

I’d take my chances with a jury.  It only takes one person to hang a jury, and a decent lawyer could make sure one of 12 would be a parent who would vote “not guilty” no matter the pressure by other jurors.