This will be short and sweet.
It’s bad, you know.
I’m fed up. Through with it. Officially done. Permanently withdrawn.
Don’t try to talk me out of this because it won’t work; don’t try to talk me into something else, either, because that won’t work…um, either. Neither will I be seduced by the lure of unlimited knowledge that I will supposedly be abandoning.
If I listen to all the pundits, everything I think, do or say is monitored by the NSA, FBI, CIA, IRS, local police, my wife, children and the next-door neighbor–and probably anyone with that nifty little program that turns my laptop camera and microphone on without my knowledge.
I can have no secrets. Even that blemish I’m picking at as I stare in my bathroom mirror is probably being broken down into packets, transmitted around the world and filed in multiple redundant databases just waiting for the day when I am busted for possession of galena crystals and used paper towel rolls (these can be used to build clandestine radio receivers, you know).
I can hear the neighbors now: “He was so nice. I never thought he was capable of such things. But, he had a blemish, you know!”
I can’t take it anymore, this steady stream of bad news about surveillance states and how we have no privacy. I’m disconnecting from the bad news. Every site that publishes such bad news goes on my black list.
That’s it! No more! I quit!
[Until I change my mind]