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.

Loss of everything you value can be a new beginning, not the end
As sowing comes before reaping, culture comes before politics
Your narratives shape your politics, religion, friendships, relationships
Creators must be wary of making propaganda or work for own ego
Looking for truth in random noise? Or is there meaning for me in this?
Political systems built on coercion will always produce cheats, liars
Will those on the left upset about Halliburton now go after Obama?
Goodbye, Courtney Haden
Politicians trying to stamp out innovation to help monopolies