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Outrage of the Year

OK, let’s say you’re a “gravely ill 95-year-old woman.” You’re dying of leukemia. In addition, because of your medical condition and old age, you already suffer the indignity of being forced to wear an adult diaper. And knowing the end of your life on this planet is near, you’re flying from Ft. Walton Beach, Florida to Detroit, Michigan because you want to be buried in your native town of Hastings, Michigan.

And let’s say on your way to catch your plane at the Northwest Florida Regional Airport, you have an accident in your adult diaper. And let’s say you’re wheeled up to the airport security checkpoint run by the government Transportation Security Administration (TSA) and the crack TSA agent on duty announces that you need to be patted down because you can’t go through a scanning machine because you’re in a wheelchair.

And let’s say during the pat-down, the crack TSA agent notices a “mass” on your upper thigh; “a hard spot that had become heavy and concentrated because it was wet” from the accident. And then let’s say a team of crack TSA agents tell you they cannot search the wet diaper while you’re wearing it, so you have to remove it if you want to get on the plane….and you almost miss your plane because of the search.

As unbelievable as it sounds, that actually happened on June 18 to Lena Reppert….a dying, 95-year-old leukemia victim in a wheelchair with a wet diaper going home to die.

If this incident doesn’t make your blood boil, I don’t even want to know you.


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