Sex, Lies and the NSA

For a private person, I am not terribly possessive of my privacy.  I use google maps, so my location can be found by any government agency within a few seconds.  I wouldn't really be happy to let my neighbors know what kind of porn I watch, but I am pretty sure that it is not unusual.  I have accepted that just about everything I do on, or near, a computer can be tracked if anyone cares to notice.  But that is not the point of this rant.

In a world where everone is watched, the real power is in who is allowed to keep secrets.  I am willing to give up my porn viewing habits, but then I want to know who is watching what and when.  I want to be able to walk in to any NSA site and demand a tour.  I want to know that there are no secret ingredients to any food I buy, no undisclosed business practices, no secret meetings by any government official or corporate head anywhere at all.

I see far more problem in the current government crackdown on whistleblowers than in the fact that they were spying on us in the first place.  Anyone who was paying attention has assumed this was going on for the last several decades anyway.  We are all shocked and such, but really we are shocked that anyone managed to say it out loud and live.

So I say bring it on.  You can see what kind of wierdness I watch, but I want the source code to the voting machines.  I want every memo written by the police chief of Baltimore.  I want to know how many mistresses every Senator or Congresscritter has.  I want to know exactly what we are negotiating on in the TPP.

No secrets.  Anywhere.  By anyone.

Or you can stay out of my files.