Ugh. The timing of this thread is perfect.
I flew from Milwaukee to Atlanta today. @0500 TSA wasn't even running one magnetometer, but had two scanning machines running where all the little lemmings were getting their pictures taken.
I opt out, and I know the score. Of course, one female TSA agent says "You know that uses sound waves, and not radiation, right?" I held back on asking if she took nuclear medicine in her GED classes.
Groping ensued, which should have been uneventful. However, after the groping, they swab the gloves they used to grope to see if there was any bomb residue or something. Ding ding ding! The machine spits out something long enough to look like an EKG. Groper calls supervisory groper, and they both take me to a private room for an additional groping by the supervisor, while the original groper rummages through my small flight bag of underwear, socks, change of clothes, etc. swabbing of gloves again, and now the machine says I'm apparently deemed safe to be among the flying public.
****ing security theater. I used to love flying, even in aluminum tubes. No more. This **** ain't worth it. I've never been happier that I no longer have any status whatsoever on any airline.