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The Decisions of Privacy

Privacy is either Dead or it is something of Value, to be traded.  I decide what and when and where to Publish my Personal Information. You don't get to say Privacy is Dead and then use it to trade for access to the Social Network.

If Privacy is Dead, explain the Cannibal Cop Conviction in New York. They convicted him for violating a Federal Database - he illegally accessed data that was only available to Federal Government Employees with a certain access level.  They convicted him for *thinking about* Stalking and Killing a Woman.

The expectation of Privacy we have is that the information stored in a Federal Database remains in the Federal Database and doesn't go leaking all over the world.  Privacy is an Illusion now more than ever. But certain Data should always remain secure and held Private when it is stored in a Federal Database.

I have lived my life in the open on the Internet since 1994. I got my first Civilian Email address, on Yahoo, in 1995. I was part of Web 1.0 and my price for admission was limited Personal Data.

If the Government is doing Surveillance and the wrong person gets the wrong information about a person, then innocent people get hurt.  If the Gossip is wrong, the Government goes chasing after the wrong Rabbit. This Blog is all about what happens when a Government Employee, armed with the right information goes after the wrong Target.

So he found Sergeant Jail Bait.
Whoop Dee Do.
But what you found was illegal for you to find.
Putz.
Yep, that's right, I'm back!
Hang on to your husbands, girls

Now that,
That was me.

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