Thursday, May 11, 2006
Life Imitates ArtDo you remember the movie
The President's Analyst, where James Colburn - in this role, a shrink (analyst) - became increasingly unhinged after continuous sessions with the U.S. President?
And his parinoia became real because - as his (unfilmed) sessions with the Prez indicated - there
was a Big Brother - but it turned out to be the PHONE COMPANY!!!! How funny! How unrealistic!! How unexpected!!
That was (?) fiction.
Today, it is non-fiction:
NSA has massive database of Americans' phone calls.
So, all
my calls (and this is how it should be read - as in "all
YOUR calls") have been accounted for. Not listened to, but who I/you called when and for how long.
To:
The doctor.
The AIDs clinic.
The shrink.
The escort service.
The abortion clinc.
The grocery store.
The mistress.
The hardware store.
The airline.
The professor of Middle-Eastern studies.
The "Have you ever had that not-so-fresh feeling" hotline.
The "any banal call" you've made.
The "any potentially embarrassing call" you've made.
ALL captured.
Your phone (and Internet, but that's sorta a given, to a degree that I don't agree with) calls are on "record," and there is no "pause" button.
Paging Geoge Orwell....
- Posted by Lee at 8:50 PM
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