Do you remember the movie The President’s Analyst, where James Colburn – in this role, a shrink (analyst) – became increasingly unhinged after continuous sessions with the U.S. President?

And his parinoia became real because – as his (unfilmed) sessions with the Prez indicated – there was a Big Brother – but it turned out to be the PHONE COMPANY!!!! How funny! How unrealistic!! How unexpected!!

That was (?) fiction.

Today, it is non-fiction: NSA has massive database of Americans’ phone calls.

So, all my calls (and this is how it should be read – as in “all YOUR calls”) have been accounted for. Not listened to, but who I/you called when and for how long.

To:

The doctor.

The AIDs clinic.

The shrink.

The escort service.

The abortion clinc.

The grocery store.

The mistress.

The hardware store.

The airline.

The professor of Middle-Eastern studies.

The “Have you ever had that not-so-fresh feeling” hotline.

The “any banal call” you’ve made.

The “any potentially embarrassing call” you’ve made.

ALL captured.

Your phone (and Internet, but that’s sorta a given, to a degree that I don’t agree with) calls are on “record,” and there is no “pause” button.

Paging Geoge Orwell….