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.

Deadly sugar-filled diet choices mean slow suicide for millions
Goodbye, Amelia (2000-2013)
How can we be lonely while we’re surrounded by billions of people?
Sometimes, one dream is enough to change your life, if you believe it
After years of silence, it’s time to tell the truth about my father
Going back to fundamentals gets me closer to the quality I want
Too many voices with little to say: Politics matters less and less to me
I keep forgetting that I can’t save those who don’t want to be saved