Problem: Privacy is under attack.
Solution: crickets chirp

This is NOT a criticism. 
I am part of the chirping crickets. I simply don't know how to #contribute to the solution and I'm utterly # scared at what we're witnessing. 
#1984 is starting to look mild in comparison. 
Maybe the fact that since the first time I read it (I was 3 years old... don't judge me!) I always felt so bad for brother Smith  because I saw myself in him already...(Grandpa was a black mathematician in my racist hometown trapped in the body of a bus driver, so the man drove 2 + 2 = 4 hard into my brain from the moment I came out of my mom.)
I felt and sometimes still feel that way but I had the innate feeling that somehow it still was a work of fiction... in part. 
The other part of me scared the shit out of everyone in 1983 when I'd launch myself at everyone telling them the world was gonna end in 1984. I was still in elementary school and my teachers were terrified at the fact that they could not convince me otherwise.
I am not looking forward to my visit to the Ministry of Love...