A friend who lives in another country sent me a note Friday to let me know that he’d listed my name and phone number on his application to the U.S. government for a tourist visa. We joked back and forth for a couple of minutes about him coming to recruit terrorist agents or set off bombs or something, but I suddenly realized something I didn’t like.
Even though these were private messages we were exchanging and we were clearly joking in the context of him having to answer stupid questions on a visa application, I realized that I felt just a touch of nervousness. It wasn’t quite fear, but it was close. I found myself hesitant to make completely innocent jokes — simply because of the insanely paranoid police state that’s sprung up over the last decade in the name of fighting terrorism.
There was a time when I had confidence that the things I said in personal online correspondence were almost certainly private, because I didn’t fear being targeted for any reason. But given the increasingly paranoid attitudes and actions of politicians and bureaucrats, I no longer have that confidence.

Far-left political idiocy is ruining remake of Disney’s ‘Snow White’
Briefly: Sufjan Stevens album always evokes old feelings about my mother
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns
Each loss makes me feel grateful for the irreplaceable ones I love
Asking wrong questions keeps us trapped with the wrong answers
We have no choice but to trust even in face of betrayal and hurt
Path to loving a woman always starts with intimidation for me
In praise of the weirdos who most people don’t really seem to like