Too little latitude.
Google’s new people-tracking software, Latitude – charmingly pegged as a way to “keep tabs on someone special” – is receiving what has become today’s typical response of ‘nothing to hide, nothing to fear’ and ‘grave concerns about the erosion of civil liberties’. How ironic that ‘latitude’, a word once used to indicate freedom has now been doctored to mean precisely the opposite; but Google tries to reassure the public by stating that installing the software is completely up to the individual, that no-one’s compelled to use it; that there’s an element of choice.
Cut to today’s headlines: ‘Trips Abroad To Be Logged’.
Every time you leave the country you have to inform the powers-that-be where you’re going, where you’re staying, with whom and give a detailed itinerary. No impromptu hops to the Continent; no jaunts around Europe if the mood takes you. Presumably, police at this end and in your destination country are going to be checking up to make sure you are where you told them you’d be. Thus, we can see the true scope of today’s world: the freedom to choose to be watched by your loved ones, and the inability to escape the government’s ever-watchful scrutiny. They would make spies of all of us by playing on our worse instincts, instincts upon which police states are built. For such states can only exist if public behaviour imitates that of the government’s.
The engineers behind this uninformed consent, the ones who have created a hostile environment by sharply jerking Joe Public’s emotional strings in order to fulfill their own agenda – have created a nightmare of greater depth and density than perhaps even the most ardent libertarians can envisage. Words like ‘terrorism’ and ‘security’ and phrases like ‘public interest’ and ‘transparency’ remind me vividly of Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, words that:
“had behind them, to my mind, the terrific suggestiveness of words heard in dreams, of phrases spoken in nightmares.”
In Heart of Darkness, all the trappings of civilisation fall away and instinct takes over: there is no longer a society, so the laws that bind human behaviour are severed. And behind the nothing-phrases that pass for meaningful utterances in our style-over-content world lurks the same barely-contained ferocity that characterises the essential battle between our human and animal selves, that fight between reason and brutality.
In a society that is becoming ever-more devoid of reason because its foundations have been wrenched away, that ferocity is barely contained: it is straining at the seams. And the engineers of consent who are striving to incarnate ever more demons for us to hate collectively – for on such ripe hatreds are wars forged and millions made – are dangling before us, like dying fish on hooks, the new Other. The new Negro – who was the new Jew – who was the new Catholic – who was the new Jew – who was the new Protestant – who was the Infidel… and behold! We have come full circle.
Such mass hates are not only the province of the animalistic Herd; they creep into the minds of the intelligentsia, also.
As Noam Chomsky put it:
‘the smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum’
– thus giving the illusion of freedom; but it is no more than that, nothing more than a feeble flicker in a world where all the lights are going out. And we do not direct our anger at those who, having manufactured our hates and made our choices for us, are the ones who deserve fully to reap the full rewards of tinkering so callously with the human psyche.
No: we permit them to tell us that it is in our best interests to be deprived utterly of all those things that make the experience of life so meaningful. Spontaneity, privacy, dignity, freedom of thought; abandoned. A life beneath the pitiless brightness of an interrogator’s lamp: applauded. Keeping tabs on a loved one? Applauded. Personal space? Abandoned.
There is no person; they deserve no space.
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March 14, 2009 at 5:11 pm -
This has made me so suddenly and jarringly dismayed that I think my heart has actually sunk into my boots.
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March 14, 2009 at 6:16 pm -
We are all second-class citizens now.
We should adopt the motto of the Greeks under Ottoman occupation – ‘Eleftheria i Thanatos’ – I shall take to carrying a black flag wherever I go.
Why the state thinks that my movements are their business I cannot see – it is the ultimate proof that they consider us to be subjects rather than citizens.
Beuatifully written, as always, Mara – would that we were governed by those as erudite as you )
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March 14, 2009 at 7:10 pm -
The explosion of the mobile phone phenomenon has been like manna from heaven for the security services. I don’t think there are many people naive enough to think that tracking via mobile phone signals, isn’t and hasn’t been in use for quite some time now. With regard to foreign travel, the new stlye passports introduced some years ago, have a page with all your personal details on. Every time you present it to an immigration official, either here or abroad it is scanned on a reader and your movements logged. In the US now when you arrive, they even take a record of your thumb print.
We already have Iris recognition systems installed in major airports.I’m afraid Big Brother has already been watching us for quite some time now.
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March 14, 2009 at 9:04 pm -
They’ll need all the help they can get identifying me from my passport photograph! Mine was taken when I was distinctly ‘in between’ good haircuts and having treated myself to a nice chocolatey home dye which made me look like Morticia Adams’ chubbier older sister. A couple of years’ hard work by clever Mr. Scissors soon had me back to my blondish best but thanks to my grim passport mugshot I can expect to be scrutinised intently at immigration for at least another 8 years.
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March 14, 2009 at 9:34 pm -
I wonder what Colonel Kurtz would have made of Noam Chomsky.
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March 14, 2009 at 10:44 pm -
If Mumble Brando was playing him, no-one would ever be any the wiser.
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March 14, 2009 at 10:44 pm -
I cut my own fringe the morning I had my passport photo taken. Since that pic appeared ……………. I am sort of waived through more quickly than I used to be. And the customs people smile and always ask who I am travelling with …………. As if they don’t want me to be travelling alone …………. for aircraft safety reasons.
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March 14, 2009 at 10:47 pm -
Brando didn’t look like he was fit enough to sit down in a chair in that film never mind career around being hard. I bet there was an oxygen cylinder on the set.
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March 14, 2009 at 10:55 pm -
Morticia Adams’ chubbier older sister?
Mmmmmm – I shall speak French to you while nibbling up your arm, lol ;o)
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March 14, 2009 at 11:01 pm -
Coco, we should travel together!
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March 14, 2009 at 11:02 pm -
aproposofwhat – I’d better nip out and get some Immac then, non?
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March 14, 2009 at 11:06 pm -
“Tish, when you speak French it drives me wild”
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March 14, 2009 at 11:10 pm -
Gloria! How lovely of you! I like to pretend to myself that I am a spy in transit when I go through customs. Like a female M.
Is that OK with you? The Coco and Gloria Identities?
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March 14, 2009 at 11:14 pm -
Or the Bourbon Supremacy?
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March 14, 2009 at 11:16 pm -
Saul! Pretend to be a customs officer. What would you say to a Minister like Mandy or Milly if they came through? Would you deliberately pull them to one side and humiliate them a little bit?
I would. I would ask Mandy to prove that he is not carrying a baby. I would ask Milly and Darling to prove that they are not robots.
I would keep flicking a pair of rubber gloves under their chins. :lo:
I wouldn’t do that with Gordon Brown though. I would offer him a wheel-chair and a glass of Scotch.
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March 14, 2009 at 11:16 pm -
Bonbons more like.
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March 14, 2009 at 11:18 pm -
Glo ………… Like Mandy’s One Night In Garibaldi?
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March 14, 2009 at 11:19 pm -
With the two of us travelling together, is it just possible it could be the Embonbonpoint Supremacy? …..
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March 14, 2009 at 11:21 pm -
… chest a suggestion …
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March 14, 2009 at 11:29 pm -
It would be just our luck if the baguette-handlers were on strike.
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March 14, 2009 at 11:31 pm -
It would certainly be a day out Glo!
Customs officers have extraordinary amounts of power anyway but they are being given more autonomy every day. And even when they are proved to have detained somebody for nothing but their askew suspicions ………… there’s no compensation for loss of time or business.
Didn’t we just know that the UK never wanted anything like easy border crossings!
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March 14, 2009 at 11:37 pm -
I can see it now! Saul slinking up in a big black Citroen straight out of Day of The Jackal, his features obscured by a Gauloise-fug, to collect us at the airport …. Oooh la-la!
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March 14, 2009 at 11:39 pm -
Good Heavens Glo! I never board with anything more than hand baggage. I always send my luggage ahead. I can’t bear the unpacking/packing at the airport whilst I am standing there with all my personal stuff laid out for any passerby!
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March 14, 2009 at 11:42 pm -
Do the fancy Citroens have a cocktail cabinet?
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March 14, 2009 at 11:46 pm -
Safari so good.
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March 14, 2009 at 11:49 pm -
If Jacqui Schmidy came through ………… I would have to question her address of course. Then I would question if it was really her or not! Then I would tell her that it was just routine butI would have to talk to her about her great grandparents and …………. keep her in a darkened room until the results of her DNA came through.
Then I would find some other reason to detain her ………….. Just to show her what it is like.
I would say ………… ‘I will just check this lip-stick for any semtex content Jacqui. Give me a couple of days. Now …………… Would you like to fly to Washington via Afghanistan and Guantanamo Bay ……….. where we have arranged extra interviews for you?’
Just to give her a picture of the World she is creating for HM’s Subjects these days!
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March 14, 2009 at 11:53 pm -
In my mind, those old black presidential Citroens come complete with a de Beers trinket bucket from which to choose suitable baubles, chilled pink Laurent Perrier on ice, beluga nestling in frosty glass and passports with more flattering photographs.
Perhaps it’s time I went to bed.
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March 14, 2009 at 11:55 pm -
“Did you pack this bag yourself Mr Smith”?
“Actually, it is my wife”
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March 14, 2009 at 11:57 pm -
Holly Golightly on the back seat, enroute to Tiffanys.
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March 14, 2009 at 11:59 pm -
Hippo Goheftily, actually, but along the same lines.
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March 15, 2009 at 12:00 am -
With reinforced suspension.
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March 15, 2009 at 12:09 am -
Saul ……..
I would definitely want that bag searched. And then searched again ………. Just to make sure that I haven’t missed anything. She is a wily one and that is for sure.
And if she looks at me with those watery eyes …………. I will be even tougher!
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March 15, 2009 at 1:28 am -
Coco! You know and know full well that only one of my eyes waters; the other sad and empty socket is sporadically filled by the curious brown orb I share with Lt. Columbo on a monthly rotation. This is his month and I’d think more of you if you could resist the temptation to mention my watery socket any more. After the beginning of April I should be able to fix you with an almost aligned beady stare, but until then … show a little compassionate kindness, wuntcha?
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March 15, 2009 at 1:36 am -
Lmao at the immac, Gloria – I prefer my women au naturelle ;o)
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March 15, 2009 at 2:21 am -
I’ve got forearms like a Silverback gorilla’s, Delphius1. Tell you what, see if you can spot me in a short-sleeved number ambling to-and-fro in front of Big Ben next Friday… then stroll right on up and we’ll have a quick bout of arm-wrestling. I can do all the verses of the Marsellaise on my kazoo, just to add a bit of Continental glamour and for an encore I’m practising “Knees up Mother Brown” on the spoons and comb/tissue paper.
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March 15, 2009 at 2:47 am -
Flash Bang Wallop, what a Picture!
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