Folks, I was watching Hoda and Kathy Lee on that morning show yesterday and I got a little perturbed. I usually take what those women say on there with a grain of salt but I’m telling you, I didn’t like the sounds of what was said on those TSA workers. It wasn’t so much about what they were saying as it was the person who was getting searched getting bent all out of shape. I can’t begin to tell you how bad of a rap those workers are getting. It’s gotta be a stressful job, trying to save folk from terrorists who don’t wanna be saved no more. I mean, really!

I was sitting up here in my little chair pondering this here thing ‘cause when that day comes for me to get up from here to shake and move this here earth, I’m gonna have to board a plane to head my ass some damn where. That’s part of the territory for folk doing things, ain’t it?

Well, my concern is that I’m not being patted up and down before I board that plane and I think I’ve come to the conclusion of where the real problem lies. I haven’t heard a man yet, make a complaint. Least, he ain’t made the evening news about it. It’s these women folk, doing what comes natural for them, I suspect. From where I stand, there’s a real simple solution to this problem with these TSA workers. They need to hire some cuter folk to do these shakedowns and most importantly, ask the passenger if they prefer a man or woman to feel them up. That way, heterosexuals and homosexuals will be happy.

I mean, if that cute fella Jada married on Hawthorne patted me down and went in my panties to find whatever he was looking for, who am I to raise cane over that? Marc Anthony was never so hot looking to me until he started playing a tough, mouthy cop on that show. That shit turns me on. I’d be okay with him at least patting my ass and squeezing a tit to make sure I had no ill intentions toward my fellow passengers. And Lord help me if Denzel took to wearing one of them TSA uniforms. I’d be a bit peeved if I couldn’t have a private room for him to shake me the hell down. Shit, I’ll take a custodian’s closet even, just give us some privacy.

Seriously, we can’t have it the way we want it all the damn time, folks. It’s America, not friggin’ Burger King. I don’t see these pat-downs no more invasive than visiting my OBGYN for my yearly paps. TSA’s trying to save lives just like the OBGYN. I don’t know why these women folk haven’t made this obvious connection. I’m a little disappointed but not altogether surprised, if you really wanna know the truth. But I’m not here to turn a mirror on other folk per se. I just want folk to take all things into consideration. You know, don’t mess up the game for single women folk or even them unhappily married ones who may require a good pat-down from time to time.

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