No Privacy

This is what people alone do.  Thank god for smart phones.  They keep us connected.  You can complain all you want.  People much prefer virtual friends over real ones.  Real people are a pain in the ass.  Virtual people can easily be ignored.  And they can't interrupt you.  And the smartphone lets you jump from one room to another.

I had a guest a bit ago who would sit in the real room with me while he checked his messages and carried out other conversations.  It was ugly.  It is like masturbation, something you should do in public when you are alone.

Today (I think), the Supreme Court of the United States will take up the case of privacy and cell phones.  Do police need a warrant to go through your shit?  That is not exactly how the case is worded, but there is a lot of shit on my phone.  Most of it is what I would consider private.

Just like the conversation that the L.A. Clippers owner had with his girlfriend.  I should put that in quotes--"girlfriend."  She didn't seem very friendly to me.  And I think she should go to jail.  Isn't it illegal to record someone without a warrant?  It is in many states and it should be a federal crime to take what is private and place it in the public arena without permission.  Holy smokes, if someone were to record what I say in private. . . .  We all have two voices--at least two.  Why are the voting booths private?  Why is confession in a closed stall?  Yes, priests should start recording confessions and putting them on YouTube.  Now that would be REAL FUN.  That is the stuff we really want to know.  It should be mandatory unless we are going to make a law that says you can't.

I had to laugh right away when the panel of NBA commentators on TNT began discussing the racist remarks of Sterling, the Clippers owner.  I'm pretty sure that if Charles Barkley's wife had recorded some of the things he said around the house--well, I'll bet he never called white people "crackers" or "honkies" or any other despicable thing.  Nope, not him.  I like Barkley's persona, and I wouldn't mind hearing him say those things to his wife even if he was berating her ethnicity.  It would be good fun.  But he wouldn't do that, so he can criticize.  Me?  I don't have to be in the right to criticize.  I'm just that way.

If you are anything like me, you love to get hold of someone else's cell phone.  The first thing I do is go to the photos.  Then I go through the messages looking for sexting.  Yup.  I want to know all the dirty little secrets of the private life.

But it is wrong.  It is just my nature.  I, however, use the information only for my own entertainment.  And if there is a hell, well, this should send me.  In truth, I don't do anything like that.  It is not how I was raised.  You don't read other people's journals or diaries.  If you do, you are a scumbag.  The police want to read your electronic journals which are composed in your cell phone.  And Little Anita wants to record you in an argument saying nasty things to her so she can cause you all sorts of public harm.  It is a bad and evil world.  You'd better watch what you say and do.  There is a new god and a new hell.  You are being recorded.  And it is legal.