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’m still the kid who might burn your clubhouse if you cross me
Why does most love hurt us? Because one usually loves more
What does it say about my life if my biggest motivation is a dog?
Was I ‘fat’? ‘Lazy’? My father’s ugly words made me feel shame
Check out my re-runs if you’d like, because I’m on vacation for a bit
My love of ‘fur friends’ stems from the callousness I saw in my father
Do you believe you’re free? Slavery by any other name is still slavery
I’m shutting the whole world out, but I’m also waiting to be rescued
You can change your story, but you first must throw away the old ones