Fear Grips US, as Usual, as Usual
Did you know that the Kinglet and Chitlin, plus their nasty families have Sunni Arab business partners? Well, they do. Now, for the next six months, or forever, whichever, the Kinglet and Chitlin may listen in on what their Sunni Arab business partners say on the telephone, plus read their e-mails. Could this potential source of valuable tips and insider information be good for the Kinglet and Chitlin family businesses? You becthum, Red Ryder!
Of course, the Kinglet and Chitlin will not actually read all those e-mails and listen to all those phone calls personally. Noper. Those twain shall undoubtedly outsource that job to one of the family subsidiary businesses. Reckon what that shall cost US?
No wonder fear grips US. We don't know what the Kinglet and Chitlin are really up to. We have no way of finding out what they are up to, either, or of doing anything about the antics of those twain if we did find anything, out. Yep. All this ignorance plus powerlessness may create some of the fear.
Mercy! I am so scared of Chitlin that I shall never make another overseas phone call ever, in addition to the overseas phone conversation I was party to around 1981. That phone call that occurred around 1981, pre-Druid calendar, came all the way from France. Someone at the office kept hollering, Does anyone speak French? We have a French client on the line who does not speak English. Does anyone speak French?
At that time I spoke little or no French. But I volunteered to talk with the French client on the telephone anyway. Jay Ray! Ques coozy vooley voo?
Hey! At least I tried. Everyone else was to afraid to talk with a Frenchman on the phone. Yet, had I known then, what I know now, I might also have been too afraid to attempt a civil discourse with that Frenchman. Mercy! Anything could happen in that sort of situation these days, especially when one has to make up words to a foreign language as one talks along. Yikes! I could say something weird and wind up the next day in Gitmo. And again, the same scenario would play out. Where's Ray? Nobody knows. How can we find out what happened to Ray? Nobody knows.
So maybe there is a little more to freedom than secure storage capacity. But maybe not. It depends on how you define, freedom.
Of course, the Kinglet and Chitlin will not actually read all those e-mails and listen to all those phone calls personally. Noper. Those twain shall undoubtedly outsource that job to one of the family subsidiary businesses. Reckon what that shall cost US?
No wonder fear grips US. We don't know what the Kinglet and Chitlin are really up to. We have no way of finding out what they are up to, either, or of doing anything about the antics of those twain if we did find anything, out. Yep. All this ignorance plus powerlessness may create some of the fear.
Mercy! I am so scared of Chitlin that I shall never make another overseas phone call ever, in addition to the overseas phone conversation I was party to around 1981. That phone call that occurred around 1981, pre-Druid calendar, came all the way from France. Someone at the office kept hollering, Does anyone speak French? We have a French client on the line who does not speak English. Does anyone speak French?
At that time I spoke little or no French. But I volunteered to talk with the French client on the telephone anyway. Jay Ray! Ques coozy vooley voo?
Hey! At least I tried. Everyone else was to afraid to talk with a Frenchman on the phone. Yet, had I known then, what I know now, I might also have been too afraid to attempt a civil discourse with that Frenchman. Mercy! Anything could happen in that sort of situation these days, especially when one has to make up words to a foreign language as one talks along. Yikes! I could say something weird and wind up the next day in Gitmo. And again, the same scenario would play out. Where's Ray? Nobody knows. How can we find out what happened to Ray? Nobody knows.
So maybe there is a little more to freedom than secure storage capacity. But maybe not. It depends on how you define, freedom.
posted by ray pistrum at Wednesday, August 08, 2007
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