A Serious Change of Mind: I'll Take An M-107 too!
(Note: I have written this piece several months ago (summer of 2011) and I was not sure if I wanted it posted. I now decided that I do want it out there. I am curious what other people have to say on this topic so, please leave me a comment if you have a chance. Thank you and all the best! Photo is not mine here.)
I am not American but I think I am ready to fight for the Second Amendment. I honestly can hardly believe that I am agreeing with the need for citizens to be able to own any type of armament available on the market. Times have changed though and now, I think I might want the 50-caliber guided bullets too, like the Pentagon (http://www.wired.com/dangerroom/2007/11/pentagon-wants/). I used to be of the opinion that ownership of guns should be limited. “The good old days” …
In the somewhat recent past, my thoughts have slowly changed and when the other day, Hub-pages asked for my phone number before it allowed me to post a blog, I felt like I aged about twenty years – on the spot. I felt violated. I felt just as violated as when during the G-8 here in Toronto two summers ago, I got rushed by two officers on bikes who demanded my ID.
I was just crossing the road (on public property) and taking some photographs. I wanted to tell those cops to go … somewhere but I kept my cool. I even handed them my bag, so they could search it (when I was asked for it); I knew they would find nothing of importance in it (I prepared myself for that), except for the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. It was thanks to those few pieces of paper that I was able to tell those police officers that they had no justification or legal right in asking me my name. It was really none of their business what my name is/was and they had no right in even asking me for my name, or stopping and harassing me while I was just simply crossing a main intersection. There was nothing suspicious about myself … I had nothing illegal on me; I had done nothing illegal or suspicious; I was not wearing any bandannas or covering my face in any way … yet, they still chose to bother me.
Getting nosy with my personal information gets I intrigued. What is it to you? What difference does it really make if at birth I was named Jonny, Anthony or Mark? If someone insists on knowing my name then, it is obviously important and in that case, I want to know why. Nonetheless, I still do not have to tell my name to anyone, not unless I am being investigated for a crime. That is my right.
So, Hub-pages (or anyone else) who wants personal information from me should slow-down and understand that it will get none. Why? Because it is none of its/their concern; I still cannot believe I was asked for a phone number in order to post a blog. Of course I posted a ghost-line number … is anyone really going to give-out their house number or cell-phone number to a website in order to post a blog or a comment on a blog? I post many comments on different websites (CBC, APTN, I even posted comments on http://www.liberte.ca/en/milk-products/index.sn – the website of the corporation which sells me my milk) and it is quite unreasonable to have to give-out my phone number if I chose to comment.
Too much personal information is being asked for nowadays, in my opinion. So, hold onto your guns because everything else is slowly being asked for. Soon enough, we might be asked to have a chip implanted in our arms and the same excuse will be given: “Why not? What do you have to hide?”
If I put everything about/of myself out-there, what am I left with?