Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
Got to thinking last night before I slid off to sleep, “What if the NSA ain’t reading my emails and other stuff I write? What if some get lost in the shuffle, or worse, what if they just aren’t interested enough to read mine?
How damned de-humanizing is THAT?
Sheeze! Brought me spang awake with a start. Those bastards might be going flaccid on the job, reading everyone elses’ stuff, but not mine.
I thought about it a while as I scratched niaid behind the ears, got up and took my third [under pressure] cold shower of the day, dried off and scratched Hydrox behind the ears pondering it.
Still felt insecure and de-machoed, so I kicked on the AC unit for a few minutes to knock the edge off the cold sweat I was breaking out in.
Okay. First crack out of the box, this ain’t something I’m going to sit still for, ain’t going to tolerate it. Those bastards are going to read my stuff whether they like it or not. I’m going to put them on the list of CCs for all my emails, and if I can find out who my senator or congressman is, I’ll write them.
See if I can get a congressional committee started to get those guys from NSA in and test them, grill them hard to make sure they aren’t falling down on the job.
Piss me off.