A secretive PRISM
Why was the very existence of the electronic surveillance program known as PRISM a secret?
Given that the program exists, the idea that the resulting information, and the details about some of the ways the information was accessed, would be kept secret sought of makes sense, but not being open about the very existence of a program like this seems rather questionable?
The only reason for not being open about the mere existence of such a program would be to avoid public scrutiny regarding the rights of a Government to gather information using this type of program in todays technological environment? In effect this would also avoid asking questions regarding the rights of individuals who are scrutinized for nothing more then suspicion?
Given that the Government is meant to represent the democratic body of the US (and also given that much information is gathered about people who are not even a part of the same democratic nation) doesn’t it stand to reason that the Government needs to demonstrate, or argue its case, about how it ensures the responsible use of gathered information and the privacy of people who are potentially surveyed?
Yeah… that its very existence was a secret, that isn’t suspect at all hey?
The fifth proof
I firmly believe in a religion that advocates that it is foolish to hold firm beliefs…
How true it is that the truth is also false?
Would you like to know more?
If so, that’s a shame, for wouldn’t we all?
Peaches are nice (what is it with apples, peaches taste better)
I am concerned that I might become an obsessed reblogger… If I see any posts about it I’ll be sure to reblog them… (that ought to solve the problem) ;-)
All Hail her extreme naughtiness (cause why wouldn’t you?)
What we don’t hear
In the silence,
In the echo,
In the things that could not be heard.
There was a voice,
And it spoke volumes,
And yet it spoke no words.
For in the background
In the way things ‘speak’,
So much is said without a sound
And yet we,
The thing we call ourselves…
The only being who uses words to speak,
Is it any wonder the things we don’t hear?
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
Long has been the time that I have endeavored to be nothing more and nothing less then myself. My aim and approach to things has been simple. To feel how I feel and to act according to what I believe, to maintain my integrity and to be true to both myself and to others…
And so it seems I float,
Strangely enough I drift,
Pushed and pulled by the surrounding currents.
And although my endeavors aim for the expression of me,
Whatever that is that I tend to be,
The way to find the purchase of self,
Is to just let go and be.
A leaf on the wind,
Never knowing what it means to be a leaf.
And it never matters the way the wind blows when you’re a…