Without fanfare, without telling the public what they were doing, it’s become obvious to the observant.
Rarely, do I count myself as “observant”; usually, I’m one of the last to notice … but . . . .
All across the nation, detective work has been augmented by surveillance cameras . . . . I’m sure you’ve noticed . . . . Criminals are captured, or their pictures are on the news shortly after a crime . . . . police are finding them, . . . people that were, just in the neighborhood . . . . somehow, just because they matched the descriptions . . . . don’t think so . . . . It’s the cameras.
No one complains about this for it’s being used only against the bad guys. Well, there’s the woman who just claimed to have been stuffed into the trunk of her car with her daughter . . . . Guess she wasn’t a bad guy, per se, but . . . . Oh! Then there was the kidnapping of the 3 year old – the one whose head was shaved so they wouldn’t catch them by identifying him . . . .
Most everyone knows now that they can be tracked by their cell phones . . . . What’re we going to find out next? Are the police canvassing every store, bank, every fast food place place that has a surveillance camera and watching all the videos, trying to match some reported criminal’s description with their presence in the neighborhood? They aren’t all tied into a network, are they? Not yet?
That’s maybe the low end of it, but you’ve also seen the reports that seven different states are not allowing people to smile getting their driver’s licenses photos taken . . . . .
If you drive, you’re being watched? Not exactly; but your face is being compared to criminals. Facial Recognition Software is here! Cameras are taking pictures of license plates, and software is matching faces with drivers’ licenses. Big Brother has just about got it all together . . . . . and it’s just in time for being able to identify those who begin to revolt, . . . . but do it in a criminal, violent and anti-government way.
Paranoia? You may think so, but that doesn’t change the facts.
One sidenote: Having taken my ex wife to a little bar on New Years eve, back in Joliet, Illinois, in 1965, . . . . and discovered after watching my image move, . . . when I hadn’t, and realized I’d actually run into my double, all this could be a bit disconcerting. It sure freaked the other guy out; he grabbed his date and fled before I could even point him out to my wife and her friends. I don’t look anything like I did then, but would software have identified me as him or visa versa? Not something I want to think about right now!