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.

Rights or choices? It might be time to re-frame the debate
Why do we paint ourselves into joyless corners with no way out?
Accepting joy tomorrow does no good if tomorrow never comes
Search for sexual pleasure can slowly destroy genuine intimacy
There are three kinds of lonely — and I don’t know which this is
How could we take responsibility but avoid self-destructive shame?
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Friday nights still take me back to sidelines of high school football
Becoming who we’re meant to be is the hardest battle of our lives