NSA Wiretaps a Blueberry Cobler

You know that character in government espionage movies, the one who is freakily paranoid with dangerous apocalyptic visions? This is the character who delivers lines like, “This isn’t a game son!” with an earnestness that makes you believe that Armageddon is only seconds away. Usually he’s in charge of some sort of black-ops mission that would be completely illegal if it were discovered by those namby pamby idealists who are still naïve enough to believe in a rule of law, transparency and the U.S. Constitution.

You know that character?

I think that guy is now running the country...

... or at least controlling the guy who is supposed to be running the country.

In addition to monitoring overseas calls by people who might actually be terror suspects it has also come to light that the administration has engaged the NSA to track tens of millions of domestic phone calls, although acording to those who got caught with their hands in the proverbial cookie jar, 'without listening to them'. After all, “tens of millions” is a lot.

This is where we’re heading folks. Mabel and Betty on the phone discussing a recipe for blueberry cobbler, with the help of the Department of Homeland Security:

Mabel: ….. so then you mix in the blueberries.
Betty: Oh, that sounds so good
DHS: Achoo!
Mabel: Bless you Betty
Betty: I didn’t sneeze, I thought it was you.
Mabel: No, it wasn’t me…… you don’t think…..?
Betty: Is there someone else on the line?
DHS: No. Go about your business. Shopping is good for America.
Mabel: Oh, ok. Well anyway, like I was saying, then you mix in the blueberries….

Do they really want to listen in on my dangerous conversations with my mother about gardening and the doings of retirement in Florida? Do they want to know about the bloody Begonias?

Jesus, these people are stupid.