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.

Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
We learn lessons as we mature, but it’s usually too late by then
Being in love shows us who we can choose to be at our very best
Does change really come quickly? Or do we finally accept the truth?
It’s odd how ‘choice’ can mean ‘no choice’ with the state involved
Does this look like a child abuser? Voters must not have thought so
Class experiment is evidence: Folks want something for nothing
California pays $205,075 to move shrub that typically sells for $16
Hiding anger was a survival skill, so you might not know I’m angry