NSA Proposal. An Iatrogenic Cure? But I’ve Cleared the Cubbies* Out; I’ve Got Room to Store the Phone Data Collected by NSA. Whom Should I Tell? Maybe I’ll Just Call a Few People. But That Won’t Help, I Mean, the NSA Doesn’t Actually LISTEN to My Calls. Um. What Was the Original Problem Here? (A 420 Character 9-Line Poem by Patty)
and now for the 420 character 9-liner…
What to put in my empty cubbies?
Hey, I could be a 3rd party storage facility for NSA’s phone record data.
But I’m not always home, so I’ll give NSA a key
in case they need the data fast to deter terrorism.
And, um, what if we haven’t shoveled the snow from the doors or driveway?
And what if I’m snowed in and don’t have a good book?
What if I start reading them!
Er, the problem with data collection is
And just to fly the birds into this post…
Wiki experts tell me this: “During experiments, Western Scrub Jays store peanuts in a cache for later retrieval. In the wild, these birds store acorns and insects.”
NSA could give THEM these records…(or the Nuthatches and Chickadees are experts at caching seed so no one–sometimes even the birds themselves!!–can find it, but that wouldn’t help us in a time of dire emergency would it?)
*This is why I have the empty cubbies; we had to sleep all these dear ones for a few days a while ago. The cubbies were where we put their things. I don’t know HOW they’ll feel about me becoming a cacher of NSA files rather than restuffing those cubbies with my books, cello music, pans, and whatnot…