You’ve no doubt heard about warrant-free wiretaps – and monitoring of your e-mails and web surfing habits. These things have been routinely and openly engaged in by “law enforcement” since the Chimponian Era, when the American Police State came into full flower.
You didn’t expect it to stop there, did you?
Of course, it has not stopped. It is expanding. Now your own gadgets are being used to monitor you. An article in The New York Times (see here) tells us all about it. Police are tapping into your sail fawn – which has a GPS transponder – to keep track of where you’ve been and where you’re going. The Times quotes a police training manual that describes sail fawns as the “virtual biographer of our daily activities.” All of which are now public record.
Isn’t that swell?
And guess who’s being Helpy Helperson? Why, your friendly sail fawn carrier. According to the Times article, the big name sail fawn service providers market a “catolog of ‘surveillance fees’ to police departments to determine a suspect’s location, trace phone calls and texts and to provide other services” too. These include something called “cloning” of a person’s sail fawn, which enables the authorities to download all texts messages stored on the person’s device without the person ever knowing it (much less a court knowing about it). According to the Times article, your sail fawn carrier has a “special law enforcement liaison team” that stands ready to help.
And it’s all being done without warrant or even the pretext of probable cause. And, best of all, with the eager cooperation of a (cough) private business – your sail fawn service provider – the one you’re paying. In other words, you are paying to be spied upon – a feat not even the Soviet NKVD ever achieved.
Equally sinister, cops can just grab your phone using almost any pretext (seatbelt scofflaw; jaywalking) and proceed to download its entire contents (see here). Your personal texts, e-mails, photos, social contacts – anything on that phone becomes evidence that can and will be used against you. Or just held/recorded – another form of data mining, to be kept for later use.
Again, this is being done without a warrant or probable cause (other than the fact that you’ve been detained by a cop for some other reason that, as such, has no bearing whatsoever on the contents of your sail fawn).
You don’t have anything to hide, do you?
Lawless law enforcement has of course always existed – the occasional planting of evidence, the back alley wood shampoo – but what’s different about now vs. then is that lawlessness has become general policy. In the past, the cops had to at least make a show of following the rules – and no matter how egregious their conduct, if such conduct was eventually exposed, there would be an amends-making. Some evidence of chagrin. Today, outright thuggery is the buzz-cut SOP of “law enforcement” – placed in quotes to emphasize that it increasingly enforces whatever laws it wishes – as it defines them.
Which means, there is no law at all.
Only – Submit and Obey.
Just the other day, a story made it past the MSM screeners about two guys who got The Drill – a thug cop attempting to railroad them as “drug runners” – possibly in order to use asset forfeiture laws to seize their vehicle. These two guys were just driving along – on their way home from a Star Trek convention – when they got pulled over on a manufactured pretext by a badge-carrying thug who used every lawless intimidation tactic in the book to scare the crap out of these guys in order to extort some kind of admission of criminal activity – “illegal drug use/possession” – activity they didn’t commit and which the thug cop, to his great exasperation, was unable to prove. See the video here. It is appalling – more so because such things are becoming routine.
And in Illinois, the state politburo imposed a lawless law that would make it a felony and good for 15 years’ prison time simply to video record “law enforcers” doing their thing. (See here for details about that.)
I never got one. I never felt the need. I am neither a surgeon nor a realtor nor a mogul of business who must be reachable at all times. A standard plug-in home phone works just fine for me. If I am not around, leave me a message. I’ll get back to you eventually. I do not feel the need to be constantly yarbling away, wherever I happen to be. And because I don’t have a sail fawn, no one knows where I happen to be. There is nothing for badge-wearing thugs to “download,” either.
But like declining to own a car with a GPS transponder (and six air bags) or purchase “healthcare” insurance, I suspect such opting out will eventually – perhaps shortly – be made into a crime, too. Because the powers-that-be don’t want any cattle running around out there without tags in their ears, much less outside the barbed wire.
For the moment, though, I’ll enjoy being at least partially free range. I suggest you try it, too.
It feels pretty good.
Throw it in the Woods?