I've been around the world, from Rio to Manila, and never have I been obligated to answer questions to the extent which I did when flying into the US, a country of which I am a citizen. In fact, I very rarely have nightmares, and just last night I had a nightmare about the Transportation Security Administration.
Those fucking cocksuckers, who have been caught stealing more frequently than they have been highlighted for catching terrorists, should all get cancer or kill themselves.
First there was that Mexican cunt at the entry line who asked me what I did for a living. When I told her I was a writer, that wetback bitch told me that she couldn't find my books in her computer. I guess they hire people so retarded that they can't even perform a rudimentary Google search. She put an X on some piece of shit paper I had to print after taking a selfie in one of those fucking 1984 machines. I hope her children are stillborn, or that she gets brutally raped by a pack of wild niggers.
After that there was another cunt, a blond faggot who asked me if I had any bottles of liquor or cigarettes. When I responded: "I have a bottle of jenever," that cancerous human piece of shit sent me into a special screening room.
Inside, an innocent-looking Swiss kid was on his phone, when a fat-redneck-cracker-fag, who I hope dies of a heart attack or diabetes, came and very aggressively and loudly told him: "Put your phone away or I'll take it and you'll never get it back!"
That tyrannical piece of shit... I hope his daughter marries a 'hood rat that knocks her up and abandons her with a Down Syndrome baby.
Then, after waiting 20 minutes in line, a piece of shit motherfucking mongrel, balding and with a beer belly, opens my bag. I've never had my bag opened before, but that wasn't enough for that poor excuse of an SS agent. That cocksucking mutt asked me how much money I had.
I was very polite -- as I typically tend to be -- and took out the 90 euros or so I had in cash. I'm sitting here, wondering why a US citizen entering the US would be asked how much money he has on him? That cancerous pig humiliated me. If I had any less self-control, I would have smashed his head to a bloody pulp with my bare fists right then and there, and then I would have taken a piss on the bloody filth that would constitute the remains of his skull and brains.
Well, dear TSA fags, I hope you all get anal cancer, and I hope that all of those three pieces of shit in Houston get brutally raped, gravely aggravating their anus cancer, or that their entire families get raped while they watch the blood drip down the legs of their children. Where is ISIS when you need them?