Is freedom disappearing?

I am standing in line to go through security at an airport in the United States.  I have just taken my daughter to visit a college on the east coast.  Going to college, as American as apple pie.  I am a people watcher, so I watch as I wait.  There is one young man who tries to get started at the first check point without a boarding pass. He is turned away until such time as he can return with the correct piece of paper.  We stand and are politely greeted by a TSA agent who scrutinizes boarding passes and ID while carrying on polite conversation.  I then begin the process of removing my shoes, sweater and anything metal so as to avoid further scrutiny-  x-ray or pat-down.  The 2 people in front of my daughter appear to be locals, brother and sister, young and inexperienced travelers. This observation is confirmed when the x-raying of their suitcases is marked with shouts of "bag check" and our line comes to a halt.  They are carrying several bottles of body wash, lotion, etc. great than 3 oz. in size, a big mistake.  They are pulled out of line.  What happens next is surreal and that could be due to my being very naive.  I am asked if I have removed everything metal from my person and everything from my pockets.  I double check.  Are you kidding me?  Of course I have removed all of these things.  I am a rule follower.  I don't want to be patted- down.  The next thing I know a very abrupt woman is ordering me to stand in the x-ray machine.  What?  I say.  Why? (I am following All of the rules.)  Is this random?  Yes she says reluctantly.  You can be patted- down if you 'd rather.  No way.  So I am x-rayed.  Stand over here with you feet in these footprints.  Then a man stands right in front of me.  How are you doing today, ma'am?  he says.  Are you kidding me?  I am thinking.  I say, not good.  He says, not good?  I say, yeah, not good.  (Next time I will say, humiliated, wouldn't your mother be?). Then the abrupt woman is back.  In a very big hurry she informs me she must pat-down my upper torso.  I think if I resist I will be in big trouble...wait, this is random...why am I being treated like a criminal?...how does the Constitution play into all of this?  Since I don't know the answer to all of these questions and I am a rule follower at heart, I comply.  I walk away, after I have finished dressing along with everyone else, sickened.  Part of me says, don't be such a baby, buck up it's not a big deal.  The other part of me says why should a patriotic citizen of the USA be subject to such treatment?  Some may feel this is the price we pay for security but I ask, how much more secure are we with these measures?  Perhaps 9-11 was not just a horrible act of terrorism that happened in 2001, but a continuing assault on  freedom.  And as a Christian, how do I love my enemies in this situation?  And who are they?  I must confess, at times I am overwhelmed by my enemies.  

Reason for the title

Almost every time my mother visits us she says, "It's like that old movie where a guy is running a boarding house and there is a ballerina dancing in the living room and a man shooting off fireworks in the basement. Everyone is doing something different.". Welcome to my world. As a mother of 6 and grandmother of 2, I have a lot going on in my life and a lot going on in my head. Here is an attempt to straighten out my head, kind of.