This isn’t journalism, this is manufacturing consent for dystopian levels of security theater and invasive procedures. The writer is upset that no one searched his luggage or stopped him and demanded to see ID on his way to his room? Utterly fucking ridiculous.
Well that’s a level of presumption unbecoming of a journalist.
Or maybe, like, one person in particular?
This isn’t journalism, this is manufacturing consent for dystopian levels of security theater and invasive procedures. The writer is upset that no one searched his luggage or stopped him and demanded to see ID on his way to his room? Utterly fucking ridiculous.