His Secrets Are More Important Than Ours

Hallelujah. The Blogger organization has poked through my post entrails (eeek!) and concluded I am not a threat to the blog-curity of the nation after all. No more cryptic hoops to be jumped through just to save a draft or publish a post (or, as apparently happened, to be overlooked, causing hard work to be wasted). Until my next offense I guess.

This is a gentle but extremely timely reminder, however, in these times, that a sacrifice of privacy, whether it be freedom to make phone calls, check out library books, or publish blog-posts, should not be willingly relinquished without a fight. Censorship should be suspect on basic principles, and the burden of proof should be much stronger on the privacy/freedom-violaters than on the victims.

Of course it is a different game for the bush brownshirts, who have a seemingly endless string of stupid blunders and gaffes as well as actual criminal actions that must be covered up at all costs lest underking george's dorky incompetence and law-breaking embarrass mom. (Wait a minute - how could she possibly still be embarrassable?? The woman deservedly bears more shame right now than any other live mom I can think of.)

Whereas our private communications are currently I guess fair game for all sorts of intrusive investigation and dissemination, the actions of the executive branch, supposedly done on our behalf and certainly on our dime (though when george does it the charge is a sawbuck) must be routinely hidden. Somehow "national security" and preservation of george's overripe ego have become conflated I gather.