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Snitching and power


It feels good to feel like you are a somebody.  I understand.  And when you’re sitting on a secret, it’s only natural to want to share with people that great knowledge that only you possess.  That being said, snitching is snitching.  If you’re going to snitch, you damned sure better have a reason. 

Eric Snowden decided that the world should know what he knew.  No matter how you reacted to the revelation that the NSA has been tracking phone records, you should realize that Snowden let this out the bag for a reason… and it wasn’t the one he gave.

He said that it was in the name of democracy and transparency but lets’ be clear.  Our democracy is not based on what we know about the workings of the federal government.  As a matter of fact, just about everything the American people figure out about the government, we get kind of upset about.  That’s not a knock on this administration either.  The idea behind our system of government is that we will put power in the hands of a few so that they can make the best decisions for the vast majority of us.  Problem is, the people we put our faith in are just as regular as the bus driver, the waitress and the drug dealer, and they are easily corrupted by money and power.

When they get the power to advance their interests, they are going to do so. 

So, when some schmuck employee came across a national secret, you would think that he could relate to “big government”, and its lust for power.  Unfortunately he did not. 

What power does Snowden have now?  Think about a week ago, when he was just some nobody with thick glasses.  What makes it a crying shame is that he was a nobody with a 100k a year job, in fucking Hawaii no less, a girlfriend that envisioned herself as a super hero/pole dancer (she is way too skinny to be a pole dancer in my opinion) and the skills to retire at 40.  What does this jack ass do?  Only ruin his life to tattle on people that will never EVER be brought to justice.

What makes matters even worse, it’s been rumored that the government has been tracking phone calls since… CELL PHONES WERE INVENTED!

Didn’t we all kinda know this shit?  I always knew the government was tracking phone calls like I always kinda knew that Hoda Kotb had a landing strip shaved into her nether regions.  Some shit just makes sense.

Any hoo, armed with a story to tell, Eric Snowden threw his life away for a lust for attention.  He did not save democracy, he did not expose the American beast for what it is, he didn’t even stay to face the music.  He just wanted to feel special.

He snitched.  He snitched to gain notoriety and that is about all he has now.  Six months from now, when Bradley Manning is sitting in a cell, Snowden will be in Iceland, Venezuela or Russia and he will be a side note in the annals of history and he will have nothing else to blame but his lust to be somebody.  It is the same reason that those senators and representatives turned a blind eye to NSA snooping; that lust to feel like somebody.  Maybe they pay in integrity but Mr. Snowden paid his entire life.  Whichever one is the bigger fool is for God and the Devil to decide.

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