By Matthew Rothschild on September 28, 2012

Be careful what you’re saying in cyberspace because the government may be listening.

As the great media critic Robert McChesney has noted, one of the downsides of our Digital Age is that it has made snooping so much easier.

Not only are companies following our every click and purchase, the government is also having a field day at our expense

According to the ACLU, “federal law enforcement agencies are increasingly monitoring Americans’ electronic communications, and doing so without warrants, sufficient oversight, or meaningful accountability.”

The feds now have the capacity to put the functional equivalent of high-tech phone taps on all our electronic communications. And they’re jumping at the opportunity to use that capacity. Tens of thousands of Americans are being spied on right now, a more than four-fold increase over the last five years.

If you’re among the snooped upon, the feds are now grabbing the phone numbers of your incoming and outgoing calls, the addresses of the e-mails your are sending and receiving, your instant messaging records, and some info on your social networking and the websites you’re visiting.

Big Brother is here, and J. Edgar Hoover is jealous.

For more information, see the ACLU’s report at http://tinyurl.com/cbg5jas.

If you liked this story by Matthew Rothschild, the editor of The Progressive magazine, check out his story “Romney on 60 Minutes: Kiss the Safety Net Goodbye."

Follow Matthew Rothschild @mattrothschild on Twitter

Add new comment

By submitting this form, you accept the Mollom privacy policy.

More

In his latest ad buy, Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker attacks his Democratic opponent Mary Burke for making millions...

 

By Josh Healey

Gaza is a shtetl. The Israeli army are cossacks. Palestinians are my...

The IMF and the World Bank may finally have a rival.

By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.


Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

Public School Shakedown

Progressive Media Project

Newsletter

Get Breaking News and Alerts!