pcr asks and answers some questions everyone aught to be involved with but may be too busy watching their tv;
My Generation is the last one to have known privacy and to have lived out most of our lives in freedom.
I remember when driving licenses did not have photos and most
certainly not fingerprints. A driving license was issued on proof of
birth date alone.
Prior to the appearance of automobiles IDs did not exist in democratic nations. You were who you said you were.
The intrusive questions that accost us every day, even when doing
something simple as reporting a telephone or Internet connection being
out or inquiring about a credit card charge, were impermissible. I
remember when you could telephone a utility company, for example, have
the telephone answered no later than the third ring with a real person
on the line who could clear up the problem in a few minutes without
having to know your Social Security number and your mother’s maiden
name. Today, after half an hour with robot voices asking intrusive
questions you might finally get a real person somewhere in Asia who is
controlled by such a tight system of rules that the person is, in
effect, a robot. The person is not permitted to use any judgment or
discretion and you listen to advertisements for another half hour while
you wait for a supervisor who promises to have the matter looked into.
The minute you go online, you are subject to collection of
information about yourself. You don’t even know it is being collected.
According to reports, soon our stoves, refrigerators, and microwave ovens will be reporting on us. The new cars already do.