Smile! (You’d Better) You’re on Household Camera!

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They want to be your nanny. Sorry–adulthood revoked!

A recent poll by the Cato Institute finds one out of three Americans, 30 years old and under, supports the idea of installing government cameras in private homes (! For our own good, of course–for “protection and security.”

Better watch what you say over the dinner table! Big Brother is now your uninvited lodger.

Some 2,000 people were polled, for what it’s worth. Really, you’d think nobody would want the government spying on them indoors at home. But that would be to reckon without the toxic influences of public education.

If they could install a widget in our brains to monitor our thoughts, they’d do it in a New York minute.

Are we so anxious to erase our freedom? Do we want to be kept in a state of perpetual childhood?

Government needs to be taken out to the woodshed.

3 comments on “Smile! (You’d Better) You’re on Household Camera!

  1. Insanity. My wife & I often joke we need security cameras in our house to prove what we said to each other when we have a disagreement, but to let Big Brother in? NO WAY, JOSE!

    1. Yeah, no to Big Brother. But I also would have liked to record a few conversations I had with my wife. Here is part of one that will be in a book I am working on (if I ever finish it).

      Ask the Right Question

      A lack of conversation can be a huge problem in many marriages. In ours, it wasn’t a lack of dialog, but misunderstandings within our interactions and communication of thoughts and ideas. This conversation really took place. It reminds me of Abbot and Costello’s famous “Who’s on First” routine. Unfortunately, this kind of interaction between us still occurred every once in a while.

      My brother-in-law (Renee) had grilled tuna at his home, which I really liked. Now, I may have asked what kind of fish it was, but if I did, I had forgotten. Back in the states, I had eaten Chicken of the Sea brand of tuna from a can, and what Renee grilled tasted nothing like that, so I was very certain it wasn’t tuna (this point will be important later). About a month later, one Sunday after church, a group of us planned to eat at the new I Tuna restaurant that just opened. On the way, I asked Maribeth if she knew what kind of food/fish, they served. “Just tuna,” she said.
      Disappointed, I said, “That’s too bad, I would have liked to have the kind of fish Renee grilled in the front yard a while ago.”
      “You can have it,” Maribeth stated.
      “But you just told me all they serve is tuna.”
      “Yes, that’s right.”
      “How can I order what Renee grilled if all they have is tuna?”
      “You can have what Renee grilled if you want.” She told me.
      “But you just told me all they serve is tuna!”
      Maribeth stated, “I just told you, I said – you can have what Renee grilled.”
      “But all they serve is tuna!” I snapped.
      This conversation continued for about two more minutes, with me getting angrier with each passing moment. And Maribeth becoming more frustrated. Finally, I must have asked the right question, and she almost screamed her reply when rigidly pronouncing each word.
      Angrily, I asked. “Why didn’t you tell me that right away?”
      “You didn’t ask.” She curtly stated.

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