The Price Of Tracking Social Media

Is it just a matter of time until, in the interest of homeland security, the United States pays internet providers and phone companies for required tracking of facebook, Twitter, email and other social media, used by its citizens- the same citizens, which, of course, will be paying to have themselves tracked? (I should say, paid for by the citizens who actually contribute to the federal income tax revenue pot, which, in itself, is a declining number).

Next, the government can borrow more digitally created funds, in order to pay news gathering organizations, as well as cable and satellite operators, for the collection of data showing what citizens are reading and viewing.

Restaurants and hotels can be paid, letting the government know who’s dining/sleeping with whom.

Bookstores, resorts,…banks. Yes, surely banks can provide information to protect the government of the United States from its citizens. Wait, wouldn’t that be protecting us from ourselves? Well, that’s what government is for, right?

Then, every American household will be paid, in order to have round-the-clock surveillance equipment installed throughout their home and around the surrounding property. Schools and houses of worship must be paid, too.

Trains, planes and automobiles will all be equipped with monitoring devices, paid for by the US Government.

Think of all the entry level jobs this will create.

investigative fusions

unratable

elixir flavored
boulevards of the Long Con
through a slow Jonestown

parallel posting (multiple mind)

florid
frayed
breast
beat
passion
played

cosmos
crossed
freeze
froze
tantric
tossed

flying
foiled
dreamt
dread
chillin’
coiled

heaven
hexed
bright
burst
peace
perplexed

 

a gyrated genetics/convoluted development production

rwg

 

an angel’s song

photo by Kimberly Fulmer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

farmer walks circles
around her crops
butcher plays a banjo
he’s got chops

buzzing bee’s
on the ground
realized leaves
don’t hang around

a poet’s story
can’t be bought
there is no telling
just the thought

the last ghost
gets it all
doesn’t have to answer
never has to call

when it rains
angels sing this song
if you wish
you can sing along

farmer walks circles
around her crops
butcher plays a banjo
he’s got chops

buzzing bee’s
on the ground
realized leaves
don’t hang around

a poet’s story
can’t be bought
there is no telling
just the thought

the last ghost
gets it all
doesn’t have to answer
never has to call

yeah  the last ghost
gets it all
doesn’t have to answer
never has to call

 

 

rwg

 

State Of Their Union

Tonya is a veteran
of solicitation
and possession tours

Keyshawn’s paper
is thick
too

They met at Wacko’s
five or six
shaker-spot-years ago

 

Tonya walks in the rain
waving at men driving by

A Mexican
from the nearby trailer park
turns his El Camino around
for some discretionary spending

 

When Tonya heads back
to her trap motel room
the man with Krishna’s picture on the wall
does not bother looking
as she passes the office windows

A cricket match is on satellite
He doesn’t care for the Pakistani bowler
and likes Pakistan even less

 

Keyshawn is in a barely moving line
at the package store

1 pint of Burnett’s gin
2 Philly Sheroots
2 forty’s
2 lotto tickets
1 Tall Boy
and a 99 cent bag of Cheetos

The owner is on the phone to Mumbai
leaving his oxycontin-and-vodka-slowed son
to watch the front

 

Before Key gets back
Tonya stops by Old Boy’s room

He’s got the hard
the soft
and the green

She takes care of him
in exchange for a temporary escape

 

When Key comes home
Tonya’s in the shower

 

They get their drink on

 

Later
she’ll stroll down to the lounge
where the men on disabilities
will be nursing draft beers
and playing internet poker

 

The room will be paid
for one more night

Rain is to continue
tomorrow

 

rwg

hey, coach..

inmates serenade

another brick in the wall

leave those kids alone

 

25 June 2012
rwg

 

“mowing the grass”

https://www.facebook.com/notes/robert-william-gaglione/mowing-the-grass/310949629567

American military personnel continue to die in Afghanistan, more than two years after “the surge.”

Where are the media? ..the protesters?

link:

mowing the grass

summer eve

cedar nymphs

dancing beneath stars

happy moon

 

 

rwg

 

tr^th

below the subliminal

deep within manipulation

that’s where tr^th resides

 

 

rwg

departing inside the beltway of thinking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the disassociated mess
reported today
Dr. Manupnow Bellagio
elected to perform
a tortilla chipped procedure
on the posh Mama Casino
removing malignant narcissistic earmarks
from our massive collective disorder
resulting in
a piecemeal movement
on Flamingo Road

this events driven flash
was blendered to you
by collaboration unincorporated
a non production subsidiary
of the two thousand page-
serviced
Fed spiked
punch bowl
party

 

 

rwg