Ever since the U.S. government has admitted spying on me
I just got back from Mexico, where no one seems to notice or care what you're doing, even if what you're doing is building a huge ugly condo resort on a very fragile ecosystem, to find out that my government has been eavesdropping on my telephone calls and emails. Ever the master of the fifth grade schoolyard, Bush has been unrepetant, insisting its those who revealed the spying who should be ashamed, not those going around with their ears to the door.
But while I suppose there's something reassuring about having one's paranoia confirmed, I've since noticed Homeland Security's been a lot more public in my neighborhood. First, there were the two guys in suits with binoculars, the day we went to the beach. They were in a gray car with federal plates and kept their binoculars trained on a particularly frisky dog who was jumping in and out of the waves. They said good morning to us when we passed and, when asked, identified themselves as Homeland Security and said they were just looking for anything suspicious. We all watched the dog for a while and then, while they stayed frozen in their positions, we kept going.