The media, all 42 million of them, are stirred up, too. They think the government is listening to their calls, and maybe reading their emails to find leaks. Reporters love leaking classified secrets. The world would be dull without leaks, duller than it is now. The problem is that the federal bucket is not only empty of ready cash; it leaks like a sieve. When Congress concludes the IRS, Benghazi and media surveillance hearings, who will they hear next? The only thing that will slow them is the dire need to raise money for the next election. Call your congressman before he calls you, and ask if he hears you.
Leaks don’t worry me, but living online does. We’re so entangled now, braided and linked to everything imaginable. It’s the unimaginable that confounds me. One can only comprehend so much until he suffers brain damage and hearing loss.
There are smartphones and a few smart guys. The NSA thought they had privacy and kept secrets from us. But smart-aleck, Edward Snowden, hacked into the Web, which stretches nearly to Heaven. And then he leaked stuff, which provided Congress with something else to do. What he discovered was that government does hack you; your phone calls, emails, and maybe your shoe size to determine if it’s large enough to conceal a bomb. All this information goes into a mega-data thing they call Prism, hovering far from Heaven’s peaceful, private and terrorist-free abode.
If you had privacy, forget it. Your best chance for privacy is in Heaven. They check the pureness of your heart, not your tweets and blogs that are not a substitute for prayer. Text God and see if you get through.
Back in the old days, we had some privacy. Maybe you get it online. If you’re wirelessly attached, wires or human voices mean little to you. Privacy gives you a safe and secure feeling from prying forces. Privacy is, “it’s none of your business.”