Snowden made a grave sacrifice for you, me, us. He was a person who knew all about computers, electric telephones, all kinds of technology things and what’s going on with FaceBook and Yahoo News and blogs.
He knew when you look down the isles in grocery stores and see people squinting at cans, plastic bags, bottles in one hand, talking on cell phones in the other, the NSA was listening. Recording. Storing. Every word. Every background noise. Preserving it for the future.
Snowden worried about that because every moment a million calls between the same sorts of people as those in the grocery store isles are also being recorded, listened to, stored, preserved. Along with the background noises.
And Snowden knew at a visceral level that anyone who’d want to listen to those calls, record them, store them, could only be profoundly insane. And anyone working for the profoundly insane person who conceptualized it would also soon be insane after being exposed to the prospect, the concept and the reality.
Snowden also knew countless millions of happy faces and inspiring thoughts fly around the internet every moment. Billions of inspiring platitudes. Trillions of “I heart my [fill in blank]” messages and touching pictures of puppies, kittens, and baby whales.
Snowden knew no nation could survive the onslaught of such chaos except by trying to ignore it. Listening, recording, storing it to preserve it for the future is the most dangerous activity in the history of mankind, and not only because it’s being done by sociopaths, psychopaths and otherwise osterized brains. Noone, Snowden knew, in his right mind would ever even consider such a thing.
Snowden had to try to save the planet.