I’m lovin’ the recent troubles the Bush Administration has been getting into – for a quick précis, you can’t do better than Jon Stewart’s brilliant video clip about the phone tapping surveillance scandal perpetrated by the Powers That Be. When I say I’m lovin’ it, it’s because I don’t actually care that much about the topic. Yes, it means that BushCo™ has officially rolled up the Constitution and smoked it, but I confess this is an issue that doesn’t get me enraged like so many others do.
Perhaps it’s because I think it’s funny how many billions and billions of phone calls they have to go through – kids whining to their mothers to pick them up from violin lessons, ninth graders gossiping about the new cute kid in biology class, old farts complaining about their goiters, and then me leaving messages on Lindsay’s answering machine about his basketball skillz. They say it’s the biggest database in human history, and you know what? They can have it.
Its effectiveness in fighting terror has got to be downright laughable. I can’t imagine a terrorist stupid enough to discuss plans on either a landline or a cell phone, and even then, did they get the guy from NUMB3RS to come up with an Aural Algorithmic Syllable Enhancement Matrix© to weed them out? No, this is a nice time to watch our Administration twist in the wind, and I’m feeling nothing but good old-fashioned schadenfreude as our Simian-in-Chief’s numbers sink into the roaring ’20s.
It was on my mind today, however, when I went through some of the research materials I gathered while writing Tessa’s book. Here is a detail from the local Columbia County paper printed May 12, 1939:
Man, talk about surveillance! You couldn’t do ANYTHING without the locals finding out!
How about Hughes Dearlove entertaining his twin brother from Oriskany? Can’t Georganna Steuerwald spend “part of last week” with relatives in peace? And for the love of god, can’t you leave Pearl DeGrosso and her “operation” alone? Big Brother in 2006 is scary, but in 1939, if you got hemorrhoids, you might want to hide in your larder.