I was born alone. I will die alone. Between these events, I am condemned to be watched. I am not patriotic; the country which claims ownership of my mental and physical existance is a pile of crap, both historically and presently. I am left to shed tears when an innocent is slaughtered or when a child falls victim to a disease, preventable or not. I may not even mate without comment or judgment. If I had my life to live again, I would likely auction it on eBay so that someone else could use it better. I cannot send an email without it being analysed, filtered, recorded, and possibly actioned. I cannot look for a car without fear of being harrassed by targeted advertising. I cannot express an opinion regarding vivisection with starting a file, somewhere. My credit worthiness is based more on my value dead than alive. But I have not complained, so I have been deemed compliant. I will vote because I am supposed to, even though I have no use for "leaders" except for me to abrogate my responsibilities and just follow. I will vote the traditional way - with whosoever spends the most. I will vote for the Patriot Act, the RIP Act, or anyone who uses 9/11 to enable them to do what they always wanted - to watch over me, because I can't be allowed to do that for myself. I will go to the post office and apply for a license to father a child. I will pay the appropriate fee for being right-handed if that means Al Quadia will stop selling magazines on the New York subway. I have been diagnosed with clinical depression. Like Tom Robinson sang, "Sing If You're Happy That Way". Just don't EVER say to me, "I've got nothing to hide, so why object to being under surveillance". Sick of it, me.
Dang! And I thought third world countries had problems! Poverty, hunger, disease, corruption, high mortality rates, illiteracy, chaos, injustice, drought, pollution, dirty drinking water, inexistent healthcare... Seems like we've never had it so good!
Everything comes at cost and in the end good will prevail. I am not worried, but I do try to obtain my privacy from them in everyway possible. A lot of people are diagnosed with depression and given medication, when a lot of the time it is just there personality and outlook on the shitty things going on around them.
Wow, the invasiveness of our 21st century world has wounded you terribly. Sorry to hear this... Too bad you can't forget about that stuff and head here like I do when I feel the same way: www.redrockbeach.com ....a spot where privacy as we might think of it is meaningless, irrelevent and happily shed as so many more worn clothes we have abandoned when we're there. ANd yet the feeling one gets basking in the late day sun nakedly exposed to all the world like that, is ironically the essence of privacy after all, on a deep, spiritual level. Hanging on this beach brings intense appreciation of everything you can see, touch, hear, feel or smell right there, and imparts a glorious gratitude and contentment of a wholly private, and individualized nature for each and every beach goer-- every soul's communion with that awesome place is fundamentally personal and beyond the touch of any other anything. We naturists who cherish this beach somehow understand that our private selves are freed and most nourished when we let go of the artifices of the conventional, just become clear of all thoughts, and completely surrender to the soothing sounds of the sea...
