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.

I can change my appearance, but my inner self will stay the same
Fly your freak flag: You’re not going to ruin your kids with ‘crazy’ genes
Science or bias? What if there’s no proof that eating fat will kill you?
To become extraordinary people, we can’t behave in ordinary ways
To fall in love is to play with fire, but our deep need justifies risks
If you don’t feel overwhelmed, you just aren’t paying attention
Can’t we all get along? Why is the liberty movement so fragmented?