I don’t exactly consider myself to be one of those black helicopter/conspiracy theorist/”Big Brother-is-watching” type of individual. Nope, I’m not in the process of building a bomb shelter, stocking up on canned goods, bottled water, and Viagra (don’t ask) in the event that Iran does something with Yellow Cake. You know, like Saddam Hussein did?
Yes, especially when the Department of Homeland Security (and maybe even the CIA) gives you it’s blessings? Hmmm, and they tested this in Houston, huh? Umm Houston, we have a problem, and I don’t think it has anything to do with NASA, or those rappers with grills (not yet).
I’m sorry, but is the crime rate that bad? Do I really have to worry about having some horny perverted police officer flying over my back yard, and pleasuring himself at the sight of my man-boobs, should I decide to lay out for a tan?
I mean, let’s say that if I were to innocently cheat on my wife. Should I have to worry about any other cameras other than Joey Greco’s and the Cheater’s crew? But now there’s the flying police paparazzi? Again, I’m not trynna run the C-O-N-spiracy talk. But hell, Bin Laden didn’t blow up the projects, did he?
Is there any privacy left?