I was reading through my daily blogs while watching Death To Smoochy this morning, when who should call? None other than Big Brother himself!
And wouldn’t ya’ know it, he lives in Bedford, only about 20 minutes away via Mass Ave.
With the amount we pay in taxes each year, don’t you think he could afford more discrete methods of figuring out what we’re up to? Whatever happened to wire taps, bugs, packet sniffers, defense satellite imagery? The man’s just not trying anymore.