The owner of Lavabit tells us that he's stopped using email and if we knew what he knew, we'd stop too.The government is simply out of control - there's simply no other way to describe it. The owner of Lavabit says that he may be jailed because he shut down his encrypted email service instead of playing stooge for The Man. A journalist's partner was detained and almost arrested changing flights at Heathrow because the journalist broke the Edward Snowden NSA metadata story. This has sparked a diplomatic incident as the man is a Brazilian citizen.
There is no way to do Groklaw without email. Therein lies the conundrum.
What to do?
What to do? I've spent the last couple of weeks trying to figure it out. And the conclusion I've reached is that there is no way to continue doing Groklaw, not long term, which is incredibly sad. But it's good to be realistic. And the simple truth is, no matter how good the motives might be for collecting and screening everything we say to one another, and no matter how "clean" we all are ourselves from the standpont of the screeners, I don't know how to function in such an atmosphere. I don't know how to do Groklaw like this.
Of course, diplomatic incidents are collateral damage in this situation. The Bolivian Presidential jet was forced down in Vienna, and was searched - in violation of Diplomatic Immunity - because Bolivia had offered Snowden asylum.
And UK Plods seized hard drives from computers at the UK's Guardian newspaper and had them destroyed. Not because they had data from Mr. Snowden, but because they might have had data from Mr. Snowden.
And throughout the entire circus show, the Director of the NSA and the Director of National Intelligence have repeatedly and serially lied to Congress.
The TOR network for anonymous browsing seems to have been deeply compromised by the NSA. TOR was probably the best way to send data securely - encrypted and with anonymity. Was.
The lights are going out all over the Internet. I fear that we shall not see them rekindled in our lifetimes.
When I was a lad there was a clear distinction between us and the Commies. We knew that they hated freedom, or at least wanted to decide what people were free to do and what they weren't free to do. In college, it was no secret about what the East German Stasi did, and how it made the entire country essentially into a nation of snitches. Now NSA's Big Data has Stasified the Internet so we all snitch on ourselves.
But as the animals outside gazed at the scene, it seemed to them that some strange thing was happening. What was it that had altered in the faces of the pigs? Clover's old dim eyes itted from one face to another. Some of them had ve chins, some had four, some had three. But what was it that seemed to be melting and changing? Then, the applause having come to an end, the company took up their cards and continued the game that had been interrupted, and the animals crept silently away.
But they had not gone twenty yards when they stopped short. An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse. They rushed back and looked through the window again. Yes, a violent quarrel was in progress. There were shoutings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious glances, furious denials. The source of the trouble appeared to be that Napoleon and Mr. Pilkington had each played an ace of spades simultaneously.Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question,now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
- George Orwell, Animal Farm