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.

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Sometimes we don’t really notice perfect match ’til it’s far too late
Bloomberg: Policing what you eat part of ‘government’s highest duty’
Each unexpected death forces me to confront limits of my own life
‘You cannot love in moderation’; lukewarm love’s worse than none
I’ll never really know my mother and I’m envious of those who do
I’m looking at myself in mirror and asking difficult questions
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