So today is the day I need to fly for Thanksgiving. It just so happens to be National Opt Out Day, do I thought I should be duly prepared for my opt out experience.

The first thing I needed to decide was what to wear. I had read with great interest Jonah Goldberg’s TSA experiences, and especially his suggestions that men wear kilts to the airport, and that they “go commando”, otherwise known as wearing no underwear. I generally liked the idea, but not being of Scottish or Celtic descent, I didn’t happen to own a kilt, and I felt that I would generally look silly wearing one, to the airport or otherwise. But being of Italian descent, I decided that what I should wear was a velour sweatsuit, and go commando with that. The baggy sweatpants should, I figured give me plenty of room and leave nothing to he groper’s imagination. So I ordered a Doo Doo Brown velour sweatsuit from Sweatsedo, and some matching rubberized slip on Corrado Native Shoes in the difficult to find Buccaneer Brown color. I call this look, “Commando Soprano”, and it it how I will dress while traveling by air from now on. Here is the resulting ensemble:

I went outside to Starbucks to get an Egg Nog Latte and the suit is surprisingly comfortable. Though going commando in these cold, strong winds makes my junk feel cold. Nevertheless, we must soldier on for the cause!

So I’ll let you know how it goes. I installed Qik on my iPhone, so hopefully I’ll be broadcasting the entire thing live from the samaBlog Qik page. And hopefully, these videos will automatically archive over to Youtube. I fly at 1PM, but I’ll tweet when I get to the airport. Wish me luck!

UPDATE: I went through security. I got selected for the scanner and I refused. As previously, they tried to get me to walk through the machine on the way to my patdown. I refused to walk through the machine. This confused them, and they oddly enough wouldn’t let me walk through the metal detector either. Eventually they opened a gate and let me through.

Was patted down by an older man. Asked him to put on a fresh pair of gloves and he seemed happy to oblige. He gave me a paydown very similar to what I’d received before. he did not grab my junk. In a sense I’m disappointed, but I will be happy if this marks a permanent end to the junk grabbing. Still, the nude machines have to go.

Tags: Commando, Jeffrey Goldberg, Nude Pictures, TSA

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