Hey ... psst over here. Shhh be quiet; someone will hear you. I don't want to speak too loud because all I have to say is, ‘I told you so.' Everyone thought me to be paranoid, but I was right. They are listening to us and they are watching our Internet activity. Who are they? Why, it's the good old U.S. of A. And you thought I was nuts. Heck, I thought I was nuts.
Not so loud I'm well aware of Ben Franklin's quote about protecting personal freedoms: "Those who are willing to give up a little freedom for a little security wind up with neither freedom, nor security," said old Ben.
I don't know if it was a good imitation since I never heard him utter a word. And lower your voice! They still are listening to us. Sure, I have nothing to be guilty of. And my Internet record is legal. So what's the point? The point is that since I have nothing to hide, why keep me under surveillance? I know it's a good point; thanks for agreeing with me.
Just talking about this under the shade of darkness like we are could raise some questions about what we are up to. What's that? You're blowing my mind; it is 1984 all over again, only the music was better back then. But instead of George Orwell, we have Edward Snowden. He is the NSA employee who has popped the lid off of this common man surveillance.
I understand that these are tough, strange and dangerous times we are living in. We should be protecting ourselves, but at what cost? The fact is that the U.S.government has crossed that magical line and moved into the "Creeper Zone." Like the way a first high school girlfriend would creep on your Facebook page, looking at your family pictures in some crazed delusion. (Or is that just something my first girlfriend would do?)
Think about what they know about you and your cell phone. Right there, people should be nervous. And what about your Internet travels with your credit card and those of other various fetishists? Yes, they have all that information as well. Shopping online is fun, convenient and cheaper than buying something from a store. Only now some guy who is a lowly pawn in the government's game of chess can get all of your information and destroy you financially.
Being crazy about all of this won't get them to stop because it is the law. But I feel pretty good about all of this because I'm not crazed with paranoia any longer. They are watching me. They know what type of pizzas I order. They know that I talk to my sisters long distance two to three times a week. They know my wife could talk on the phone through a EF5 tornado and come up out of the rubble mid-sentence. They know everything about us. They know that I talk to my dog in a high pitched voice to encourage her with her yardly duties. They know that I am a freak in regards to shopping on Amazon. I buy Kindle books because they will only melt when the government tries to burn them.
They also are tracking us at places like the supermarket. Every time we use our so called express cards they track who we are, what we purchase and the amount we spend. Can't I eat my peanut butter wafer cookies in peace.
They are watching you and me. So I now talk to them, whoever is listening. I say hi, ask them if the weather is good where they are at and if they graduated high school.
Is the trade-off of losing personal freedoms in the best interest in the country? Are they in the best interests of you and me? I don't know that, all I do know is that I just don't like being tracked and listened to. And I shouldn't be once they find out I'm awfully cute, not an extreme pervert, (I'm your everyday, garden variety pervert) and not a threat to national security (yet). Stop listening to me; I swear I'm cool.
Johnnie Carrier is a freelance writer who quotes Hank Williams: "If the wife and I are fussin', brother, that's all right. Cause me and that sweet woman got a license to fight. Why don't you mind your own business."