The Invaluable Erin Manning...

composes a little ditty in honor the TSA's ongoing campaign to turn people into cattle (to the tune of "Home for the Holidays"):

Oh, I guess I'll be groped for the holidays,
'Cause you know I've got to fly a long way home,
So I'll pause at security and stand in place:
Since the TSA won't let me if I don't.

I'll walk right by the naked scanner with my hands above my head
Like the victim of a mugging or some crime,
And down the hall someone'll look right at my figure without clothes:
It's degrading and insultin'
Gee, you'd say that it's revoltin'

But I guess I'll be groped for the holidays,
'Cause no matter how far I have to roam,
If I won't let the TS Agents have their way,
For the holidays, I won't be going home.

What's that you say about the Constitution? Fourth Amendment? Well,
If you want to fly those rights don't mean a thing,
See, the terrorists might win if TSA can't cop a feel
Even Granny might be sittin'
On some C4 in her knittin',

So let's all just be groped for the holidays,
Like good mindless little sheeple-bleating drones,
We'll put up with abuse in a million ways,
For the holidays, if it means getting home.

More and more, I feel like this is the best depiction of our relationship with reality: