Those of you who still think we are not in a full-on fascist state — and have been since the adoption of the PATRIOT Act — check out the experience of one Kathy Parker. Parker works for “a large” Charlotte-based bank, which I am assuming is Bank of America, but might not be.

In any event, Parker was subjected to a full-on interrogation by TSA rent-a-whores and Philly cops earlier this month while attempting to board a flight to Charlotte. All for the crime of carrying checks the TSA rocket scientists found “suspicious.” The details:

A female Transportation Security Administration officer wanded her and patted her down, she says. Then she was walked over to where other TSA officers were searching her bags.

“Everything in my purse was out, including my wallet and my checkbook. I had two prescriptions in there. One was diet pills. This was embarrassing. A TSA officer said, ‘Hey, I’ve always been curious about these. Do they work?’

“I was just so taken aback, I said, ‘Yeah.’ ”

What happened next, she says, was more than embarrassing. It was infuriating.

That same screener started emptying her wallet. “He was taking out the receipts and looking at them,” she said.

“I understand that TSA is tasked with strengthening national security but [it] surely does not need to know what I purchased at Kohl’s or Wal-Mart,” she wrote in her complaint, which she sent me last week.

She says she asked what he was looking for and he replied, “Razor blades.” She wondered, “Wouldn’t that have shown up on the metal detector?”

In a side pocket she had tucked a deposit slip and seven checks made out to her and her husband, worth about $8,000.

Her thought: “Oh, my God, this is none of his business.”

Two Philadelphia police officers joined at least four TSA officers who had gathered around her. After conferring with the TSA screeners, one of the Philadelphia officers told her he was there because her checks were numbered sequentially, which she says they were not.

“It’s an indication you’ve embezzled these checks,” she says the police officer told her. He also told her she appeared nervous. She hadn’t before that moment, she says.

She protested when the officer started to walk away with the checks. “That’s my money,” she remembers saying. The officer’s reply? “It’s not your money.”

At this point she told the officers that she had a good explanation for the checks, but questioned whether she had to tell them.

“The police officer said if you don’t tell me, you can tell the D.A.”

See, in an actual free republic what happens next is you cold cock — or groin strike, depending on your gender — that cowardly fraud in uniform, gather your belongings, leave your contact info, and be on your way. Upon landing you receive an in-person apology from TSA (along with details on the firings/suspensions they’ve handed down) and a hearty handshake. The next day you receive a note of apology, an offer for settlement, and a nice bunch of flowers from the Philly PD.

But this being fascist America, Kathy Parker can count on being on a no-fly/red label list until her dying days.