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This post is titled by author SoulJah.
I used to think that Privacy Advocates are the new breed of cigga-weed-chain-smoking-tree-huggers. Fighting for a cause that no one sane seem to care about. There may have been some who did care, such as paranoid brain jacked geeks and those a few levels short of a mission pack. It was totally assuring that towns can go about their daily business without the occasional neighbours passing by each other, sharing a glaring stare, obviously finding out the proverbial closet-full-o-skeletons that the other has been hiding.
But the advent of the Internet, the global mine of information that anyone with any connection can log in and find anything about anyone, anywhere in the world. It was scary to see some hacker-type d00d blurting out information about a guy that apparently lives in his mum's basement.
I always think that people who want privacy, and not wanting others to know what they have been doing with their past lives, what they are doing now, how much they make etc. are the types of people who have the aforementioned skeletons in their closet, having secrets they don't want to be known. I might agree with what they might be saying, but we have all sold our sold to Big Brother since we moved out [(hmmm maybe this only applies to Americans)] from the country and into the concrete jungles of New York, Chicago or LA.
We post our lives everyday on seemingly harmless bl0gs. It seems that strangers with stalking and voyeur habits (all blog enthusiasts are... DO NOT DENY IT) seem to know more about your life than your mum does. You throw privacy out the window, but you cry foul when someone takes over your identity? Isn't there supposed to be a psychological condition for that?
Your life is more interesting. That's why they want it. They'd do anything to be you. And with the net, they could find anything. And I mean anything.
We have sold our lives to the Internet. The only way to buy it back is to go live in a hut somewhere in the jungles of Tutong.
But the advent of the Internet, the global mine of information that anyone with any connection can log in and find anything about anyone, anywhere in the world. It was scary to see some hacker-type d00d blurting out information about a guy that apparently lives in his mum's basement.
I always think that people who want privacy, and not wanting others to know what they have been doing with their past lives, what they are doing now, how much they make etc. are the types of people who have the aforementioned skeletons in their closet, having secrets they don't want to be known. I might agree with what they might be saying, but we have all sold our sold to Big Brother since we moved out [(hmmm maybe this only applies to Americans)] from the country and into the concrete jungles of New York, Chicago or LA.
We post our lives everyday on seemingly harmless bl0gs. It seems that strangers with stalking and voyeur habits (all blog enthusiasts are... DO NOT DENY IT) seem to know more about your life than your mum does. You throw privacy out the window, but you cry foul when someone takes over your identity? Isn't there supposed to be a psychological condition for that?
Your life is more interesting. That's why they want it. They'd do anything to be you. And with the net, they could find anything. And I mean anything.
We have sold our lives to the Internet. The only way to buy it back is to go live in a hut somewhere in the jungles of Tutong.
Posted by SoulJah at 12:39:00 PM
