Every time we travel by airplane, we have to endure a humiliating sequence of security measures. You know the routine. We’ve ostensibly done nothing wrong, and yet we have to take our shoes off, we have to take off our belts, our personal items have to be X-rayed or searched by hand. If we really look suspicious, we’re patted down and our, you know, bathing suit area is groped for weapons of terrorism. Hell, we can’t even bring a bottle of water purchased on the outside through the security cattle-chutes and into the boarding area of an airport.
For a while there, some of us were subjected to the ultimate in unconstitutional humiliations: we had to enter a futuristic chamber wherein our bodies were scanned and one or more total strangers caught a glimpse of what we look like naked. Your government, in violation of at least one constitutional amendment, mandated that your body be scanned and a naked image generated in order for you to be shoehorned into a flying tube that smells of feet and stress-farts.