That isn't to say that I haven't been angry. Politically, I have been irritated almost incessantly for the past fifteen months. By lack of political participation and general ignorance among my peers, the continuous power-grabbing by the United States government, and the childish way that international relations are being handled between important members of the UNSC.
And don't even get me started on corporate subsidies.
But the reason I am here today, snarkily addressing issues in a way that the three people who ever read this are amused by (Hi, Dianna, by the way)((that's my step-mom, folks)) is because of this little guy:
"How quaintly Orwellian!" you might say. "Is this concept art for some revamp of a dystopian novel written during the Cold War?
Oh, how I wish it were.
The Office of the Director of National Intelligence (ODNI) is the bureaucratic umbrella for all of the United States' seventeen intelligence gathering organizations.
Yeah. Seventeen. I was surprised, too.
It just so happens that the National Reconnaissance Office is one of them. The NRO was founded in 1961 and is responsible for the control of all of the United States' reconnaissance satellites. According to their blurb on the ODNI website: "NRO products, provided to an expanding list of customers like the Central Intelligence Agency and the Department of Defense, can warn of potential trouble spots around the world, help plan military operations, and monitor the environment." Cute.
They sent up a new satellite on the 5th, and had the unmitigated gall to slap that cantankerous cephalopod on the side of it.
With all of the information about the NSA spreading faster than ringworm on a high school wrestling team, this begs the question:
Who the hell is charge of PR for this branch of the government?
WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA.
Like, I'm just trying to imagine the meeting they were in that developed this abomination.
"Oh, hey, public opinion's sinking pretty fast, Jim. What do you think we can do about this?
"Oh, hey, public opinion's sinking pretty fast, Jim. What do you think we can do about this?
-Well Bill, I was thinking we could fashion up a cuddlier version of Cthulhu and have it doing a sort of Vulcan death grip on the planet. Star Trek's cool again, right?
Jim, you are a genius! What better way to endear ourselves to the international population than to imply that we are always watching them and are constantly aware of their every motion."
It's like Santa Claus, except instead of presents we just have all of our online/cellular communication conveniently gathered into one place.
...I think I'm going to go live in the woods.
