I’m starting a snark–pile!
Oh, mass surveillance is the best! So long as it isn’t actually tangible than I’m all about mass surveillance, but if I can see it like a quad-copter being flown over a field two blocks away, well that I can see and that guy flying it is most likely a pedophile that wants to look into my windows with his flying camera to get video of my cat because I just convinced myself he’s now into some sick cat-stuff. So I should be able to freak out about that and shoot it down with a shotgun and beat my chest as I talk about protecting my freedoms. At a bare minimum I should be able to threaten to murder the person for flying it so close to my home because he’s trying to spy on me and my sexy cat. Hell, I’ll freak out about one person flying a glorified RC plane, over an empty field but thousands of programs and people with wholesale access to our data dragnetting it for anything that looks “terrorist-y” while also adjusting what that term “terrorist-y” means depending on what kind of results they want all while getting the rubber stamp of approval from our government every so many months for their trouble is totally cool, because I can’t see or touch any of that.
Crap, I was going to end my rant and get off my high horse now, but it’s so damned tall I’m worried I’ll break my neck. Wait I’ve got a solution! “Okay Google, what’s the best way to get off a very tall horse?”.
