A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was employed. And at my place of employment, we received an announcement each day on our voicemail. And each day that announcement was recorded by a staff member in the Telecomm Department. And each day, a colleague would call me and critique my performance and delivery of the announcement.
I was not the person who made the daily announcement nor did I work in Telecomm, information that did little to deter said colleague.
This went on for years.
The [tag]ACLU[/tag] has an extensive section on their website dedicated to [tag]domestic spying[/tag]. The whole situation is deeply troubling and I don’t wish to make light of it, but something in an October press release caught my eye:
The people tasked with protecting the homeland can’t tell the difference between Springfield, Illinois and Springfield, Massachusetts?
Nevertheless, the more I think about it the more I think that maybe they’re barking up the right tree after all. After all, Sidwell Friends is considered the premier [tag]Quaker[/tag] school. A fair number of our friends there and look how well they turned out.
And how about some of Sidwell’s most prominent alums: Tricia and Julie Nixon? Nancy Reagan? Valerie Rusmfeld? I hope someone checked them for Quaker-implanted mind control devices. You can’t be too careful, from the looks of the FOIA documents the ACLU has posted.
In the months this post has marinated in my draft-file, I’ve thought more about the issue. And thinking about what a dedicated and committed Quaker [tag]Richard Nixon[/tag] was, I’m wondering if maybe they weren’t watching the Quakers closely enough…
No, that’s wrong. I’m kidding. Aren’t I? I think so. Yes. Definitely kidding.
You can search the ACLU site for more about domestic wiretapping, spying and Quakers, they’ve posted a considerable number of documents, statements, and testimony transcripts since I started this post (last October).
Go wish Jessica a happy birthday. Sing if you’d like, she doesn’t mind listening to your offkey warbling one bit.
As we meandered through [tag]Tampa[/tag] Friday we heard on the radio that we were arriving just in time for [tag]FetishCon[/tag]. (May not be work-safe, don’t know: the site wouldn’t load for me so here’s the MSNBC coverage instead).
We didn’t stop in Tampa.
I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that all of my underwear was stolen the day after the convention ended.
It’s not unusual for me to find a [tag]TSA[/tag] tag in my luggage. It is unusual, however, to find that every single pair of panties in my suitcase have disappeared. Also, Husband’s razor blade. Not the handle, just the cartridge blade.
Safety first.