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Well as it just happens, as I was singing this song I was just kind of hoping that maybe, you know, someone who will be in an air-travel situation soon, or maybe you will be in an air-travel situation yourself, and the next time you're in a situation like that and you're in line at the airport, and the TSA agent comes up and asks whether you prefer being deep-fried or kneaded -- you can just sing "I love the TSA" to them, and walk out.You know, if one person, just one person does it, they may think he's a troublemaker, and they'll charge him with creating a nuisance and put him on the no-fly list.And if two people, two people do it, in harmony -- they may think they're both terrorists, and they'll arrest 'em both and hold 'em without charges for a week.But if three people do it, three, can you imagine? Three people walking in singing a bar of "I Love the TSA" and walking out -- they may think it's an organization.And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of "I Love the TSA", and walking out? And friends, they may think it's a movement.And that's what it is: the "I Love the TSA" Anti-Massacree Movement -- and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it comes around on the guitar.(with apologies to Arlo Guthrie)
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