I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE AND IT BITES THE WOOD

Frankly, I've had it. I didn't grow up with this shit. I didn't grow up in Russia, or Cuba where everybody's grandmother is some kind of KGB snitch, and what we're looking at here has all the earmarks of the capitalist version of that. Actually, scarily enough, it all seems quite similar to what Germany had goin' at the end of WW2: hidden cameras everywhere, microphones to pick up "incriminating" speech, an atmosphere of "suspicion" based on nothing, everybody's "loyalty" somehow in question, and plenty of jerks scared of losin' their perks, waltzin' around "watching" and "listening" and pretendin' to be Secret Squirrel. Me definitely no likee.

I read somewhere that Ian Fleming wanted his creation James Bond to be a cross between Saint George, the famous slayer of dragons, and an Eton schoolboy out to have "all the fun in the world." Mr. Fleming, sir, I know you're dead but hear me out: with the way things are goin', a fun-loving dragonslayer ain't nothin' but a cardboard cut-out, stuck up on a billboard just outside the gates of Auschwitz. A bit of flashy, two-dimensional propaganda to complement and offset the sign that says "ARBEIT MACHT FREI" (Work Makes You Free). To be my hero in this environment he's gotta be the defender of self expression, freedom and privacy. And PUNK of course. You know: what we here in Alphaville used to call the American Way of Life.

P.S. I wanna be James Bond