By Kevin D. Williamson
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
The United States is suffering an air-travel meltdown as
the TSA attempts to slow-walk its way to a fatter budget. France is suffering a
general transportation meltdown as union goons lay siege to the country’s oil
refineries and fuel terminals, with a civil-aviation strike looming, too. In a
few days, I’ll be going from the American frying pan into the French fire as I
fly from an airport named for George H. W. Bush to one named for Charles de
Gaulle — World War II heroes who helped whip the Axis but who probably would
have less luck against the public-sector unions than they did against Hitler
and Hirohito.
The madness isn’t that our employees attempt to extort
more money from us. The madness is that we permit it.
The catalogue of the TSA’s sins reads like the diary of
the Marquis de Sade, from the sexual abuse of children to the production of
child pornography, beside which such workaday offenses as looting travelers’
property and smuggling drugs seem quaint. This is not a few bad apples — this
is a crime syndicate pretending to be a federal agency.
Of course, there is always a way to make things worse,
and in the case of the TSA passengers who are groped, inconvenienced, bullied,
condescended to, and stolen from, most suffer that while knowing, if they read
the newspapers at all, that this theater of cruelty is performed for no
particular reason at all: The TSA’s record for providing actual security is
practically nonexistent; security testers sneaking mock explosives and weapons
past TSA screeners achieved an astonishing
success rate of 95 percent.
TSA complains that it just cannot keep up with the
traffic at American airports. This is unpersuasive. Amsterdam’s Schiphol
airport processes more passengers than does New York’s JFK, and its security
process, including something like an El Al pre-board interview in which a
well-trained security officer gives passengers the hairy Dutch eyeball,
generally takes only a few minutes, whereas traversing JFK can take hours.
There is, of course, a combination of factors at work here, and it is not as
though U.S. airport authorities are simply unable to do the job. Las Vegas’s
McCarran airport handles more passengers than does Houston’s Bush — about 1.5
million more per year — but tourism-dependent Sin City generally has its act
together, whereas Houston, to put it gently, does not.
Dynamic societies are almost by definition ones in which
people are literally on the move. For all of that hopeful late-1990s talk about
virtual presence and telecommuting, a great deal of business is done
face-to-face. But it is increasingly difficult to move around in these United
States. I myself left Manhattan at the dawn of the de Blasio era when my
eleven-minute hop-skip on the No. 6 train routinely became a 40-minute commute
— from City Hall to 32nd Street, a distance of only 2.8 miles. That’s another
public-sector monopoly, one that holds its customers in complete contempt. In
libertarian circles, every joke has the same punchline: “But who will build the
roads?” Spend a week or two navigating rush-hour traffic in Houston,
Washington, or Atlanta, and you’ll ask precisely the same question. Our transit
infrastructure also is under the monopolistic management of the public sector,
which, if the evidence is to be believed, simply hates us — mere negligence and
stupidity cannot explain the state of our freeways.
The great parasitic class in the United States isn’t the
people receiving welfare checks but the people writing them, the vast array of
desk-occupiers, time-servers, and pornography enthusiasts who consume the
public payroll. They have an unsurpassed talent for insinuating themselves into
the critical junctures of life in such a way as to stand between people and
their ends. You can drive a car — with their permission, on their terms, and
after they get paid. You can take the train, so long as a ticket-puncher on the
Metro North railroad, whose job could be done (and in many places is done) by a
simple scanner, gets a six-figure compensation package. True, you may sit for
an hour as the best and brightest transportation minds on the southern edge of
New England figure out that it snows in the winter in Connecticut, but you will
at least have the opportunity to expand your vocabulary, learning what a pantograph is when the one on the train
breaks.
And you can fly. Maybe.
In France, it’s always 1968 so far as the unions are
concerned. But in much of Europe and in a great deal of Asia, it is far easier
to move about, within cities and between countries, than it is in the United
States. And that is not a result of splendidly financed European public
sectors: Spain, which is not known for the efficiency of its public
institutions, spends less on its trains by most relevant measures (total
passenger trips, passenger-miles) than New York’s MTA does. The Swiss and
German passenger railroads are much more efficient than are their American
counterparts. And it is far easier to travel from Amsterdam to Zurich than it is
to get from New York City to Cleveland, even though that is a shorter trip.
(Another problem with the latter scenario is that at the
end of it, you are in Cleveland.)
In France, François Hollande is having a Jimmy Carter
month: One-fifth of the country’s gas stations are out of fuel because of the
union blockades. I feel for him, the way an American conservative does for a
French socialist, and I hope that he sorts things out before — well, before
they inconvenience me. My sympathy
for the French people is limited by the knowledge that their government is
democratically chosen.
But so is ours. And we need a massive, fundamental
rethinking of how we handle the business of moving around people and goods. The
TSA is the public face of that dysfunction, because its agents are the ones
with whom we are intimate, much more so than we’d like to be. But behind the
TSA is a raft of dysfunctional airport authorities, corrupt municipal
contracting, an incompetent FAA, and more. This is an economic millstone around
our national neck, and it ought to be a source of shame, too: Millions of
visitors’ first taste of American life is standing in line for two hours at JFK
waiting to be condescended to by a federal halfwit whose literal stamp of
approval they require, just like peasants in the old country.
We need choice, competition, and accountability. And we
also need to fire a few tens of thousands of people, starting with TSA
administrator Peter V. Neffenger, a retired vice admiral who should be thrown
overboard before he has an opportunity to go down with the ship.
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