Right now there are probably millions of people in North America who are basically unaccounted for. Illegal immigrants of course, but many more who might have been here for years and never bothered to sign up for anything. Farmers, hunters living in the bush, hermits, the homeless, drifters, hoboes riding the rails, hidden in boxcars from the prying eyes of the rulesmakers, people who just disappeared. However these seem to be mostly older folk who have somehow been excluded from society and just became loners. But they'll die off soon, they're not the targets.
Today's youth are up to their pierced ears in the computer generation. And you KNOW you have an ISP number that identifies some things about you. And the hard drive within your computer has a unique ID number too.
Of course everyone is into the computer age. Including people who just might, sometime, want to know what you are doing out there in broad band land. Like what are you texting from your cellphone, sending on your Blackberry or commenting from your iPod? And to who? The governments in North America at least, and one suspects Britain and Euro countries are the same, have wonderful computers that can keep track of BILLIONS of facts and figures easily. Billions of course, meaning every single person on Earth. Many billions also meaning all those people AND every other single person that THEY know or have known. Six degrees of separation compressed into one nanosecond flash. More like six bytes now.
If you have signed up for facebook, for instance, you've already told someone everything about yourself. Including DOB, date of birth, which is used mainly for all police identification, and you even gave them your mother's maiden name! Your long dead dog who got run over when you were six, where you lived before now and before that. Where your Grandpaw came from. What you ate for breakfast, your fave foods, stores, cars, people, books, art. Your user name. Tatoos too, proud of that high flying trapezium? Almost as good as DNA for identifying you.
Sheeez it is endless.
But it is so much fun for the youth of today. Tweat your daily activities. Twitter your plans. Bleat your intentions, Blab your past. Write on your Wall. Message me, message all.
Not unlike those scribbles on washroom walls that used to say, 'for a good time call Gloria at 555-IM1-RU12'. And you wrote it down on a square of toilet paper. Today that square could hold your family history with a millennium to go.
And once you've entered all your pertinent info. You'll be into the broad band of fun fun fun and have .... ahem .... 'friends'. They promise.
Have you noticed how many governments are now embracing the internet? They are beginning to love it. The CIA, NSA, FBI, CSIS, MI5-6 and maybe even the KGB don't even have to go looking for you anymore in order to find out things about you. And if you suspect stuff like I do, then you KNOW that a windfall of information is there for the taking. Electronic surveillance with little effort. They simply set up their own social site, promote the hell out of it and have those millions of clickers come to simply donate the information needed to keep track of you.
Click to add a friend. Click to add government watchers.
But would government do such a thing? They monitored international telegrams before WWII. David Sarnoff, the head of Radio Corporation of America gave copies of Japanese RCA telegrams to Naval Intelligence. The CIA had its own airline in the sixties, Air America used for whatever nefarious purposes. They probably used taxpayer's cash to finance propaganda movies like United 93 and write totally fictitious dialogue to make themselves heroes. Google Gulf of Tonkin and see what you get. And using their own form of Google in their own computers will bring results on you too.
Click - add keywords - click - search database - click -refine search - click - area - click - click click .......
Oh, so THAT's who you know. Is it the same person who knew your mother in Mississippi? And the same guy who likes Mustang cars and casaba melon and wears orange and was in Texas when .... ? Aha, got it! You must be Freddie Zimmerman. Didn't you have trouble with porn once? We'll check your library card to see what books you took out. Your gas card to see where you went. Credit card to see what you bought.
You get the disquieting idea.
So maybe you can lie about the whole thing when you sign up? Don't tell your Internet Service Provider where you live. And not be in the system. Hmm, already suspicious activity. Not likely to be connected at all. So the ISP number betrays you. That sneaky little hard drive number defines it closer. I even had to supply my modem serial number for tech support from my new cable internet provider. You know of course, that literally everything you do goes through your modem. And consequently your emails and chat room conversations can be monitored and recorded. And you once had that argument on a forum about gun control and the NWO. Remember? At the risk of breaking the laws of the Patriot Act, your ISP MUST provide information to Homeland Security and cannot even tell YOU that you are being watched.
Oh yes, you are THAT guy or girl? The one who keeps asking for friends from British Columbia who went to school in East Vancouver in 1982.
We might need to watch you, 82 was a convulsive year. We might want to eliminate all 1982 people someday. The planets align people's genes in a certain way at certain times and they're all threats.
Yes, those old drifters in and out of reality are harmless. Huddled at the back of the boxcar amid the cowchips. Barely seen through the slats. They've learned how to be invisible. Forgotten. But the young who sign up for fun and good times are the ones at risk. And their children. And in their future, a genome lottery might determine whether your family line even continues in humanity.
And I have not even mentioned RFID chips. Or the fact that Google Earth now has a street view of every street in North America and almost everywhere else! But that's a whole 'nuther subject.
Your friends are close .... but your enemies may be closer.
Try not to let it get under your skin.
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