GO FLOCK YOURSELVES
THE PEEKING UNCLE TOMS VOYEURING YOUR WIFES ADULTERY IN THIS ORWELLIAN AMERICAN CUCKHOLD
BY FELONIOUS ACADEMIC
Flock cameras are digital handcuffs with the public relations of a Tiffany Bracelet. They sit on the roadside looking all innocent, little black boxes Ed Snowden had nightmares of. with the measly lackluster personality of a parking meter and the appetite of a federa grand subpoena. They don't merely photograph your license plate for safety purposes.
They fuckin photograph your existence.
Every trip to the pharmacy. Every visit to the damn clinic. Every midnight detour to somebody’s house where you probably shouldn't be at. Every political meeting, protest, motel, bar, doctor's office, courthouse, and dead fuckin end road where a person might reasonably expect to be forgotten like REM sleep, as soon as the headlights disappear into the utter darkness.
The machine remembers, motherfuckers. And unlike your drunk stoopered uncle, its like 9 11, it never forgets.
EVER
This is where the magic trick happens, folks.
nobody has technically attached a GPS tracker to your bumper, so everyone pretends there isn't a tracker attached to your damn life. Flock simply waits for you to drive past, records the vehicle, and lets the database reconstruct the fuckin rest. One camera becomes a photograph. A thousand cameras become a biography.
Do you understand?
Suddenly the government doesn't need to follow you anymore, it can simply ask the machine where you've been, done, and did. The difference between surveillance and omniscience is apparently just enough storage capacity.
1984 never looked so good.
The Supreme Court's Carpenter decision recognized the constitutional problem with turning scattered observations into an exhaustive chronicle of somebody's movements.
The old Knotts logic, that you're exposed to the public when you're driving around, it starts looking rather quaint when the state can aggregate those fuckin observations indefinitely and turn them into a searchable map of your entire private life in its entiret5. That's the motherfuckinntrick nobody wants to discuss, scale changes the nature of the thing. Watching a car drive down the street is one thing. Building a permanent record of everywhere that car has gone is another dystopian fetish these reptilian fucks have Hardened up over forever. One is observation. The other is memory with a badge and an algo.
And then comes the great bureaucratic sleight of hand, You were in public. Therefore, apparently, you surrendered the right to ever be forgotten about. By that ignorant logic, the moment you step outside your own front door, you become a fuckin walking security deposit for the surveillance industry. Your bumper sticker becomes evidence. Your medical appointment becomes metadata. Your political association becomes a timestamp. Your lover's house becomes a coordinate. Your life becomes a spreadsheet that will feed your social credit score in the future and somewhere in a fluorescent government office, a man named Brad can type your license plate into a computer and watch the ghost of your entire week crawl across the screen.
Welcome to the truman show. Reality TV for the elitists while the broadcast us housewives and autistic dating shows.
This is not 1984. Orwell was an amateur. Big Brother at least had the decency to put a telescreen in your living room. This bastard doesn't need one. It owns the roads. It doesn't have to watch you every second because it has outsourced the watching to a distributed army of little electronic snitches bolted to telephone poles. And if the constitutional answer to that is simply,
"Well, you were driving in public,"
then congratulations fucker, we now have discovered the loophole that ate the Fourth Amendment. The roads have now become a panopticon, the database has become the witness, and the citizen is reduced to a license plate with a pulse. Nostalgia will be documented and recycled Into consumerism.
The terrifying part isn't that the government can see you. Governments have always watched people. The terrifying part is that the machine can remember everyone. Forever. Everywhere. At fuckin scale. Suspicion is no longer required when surveillance becomes cheap enough. You don't need probable cause when you can simply collect everything and investigate afterward. That's how a free society gets mugged in broad daylight. not by one spectacular act of tyranny, but by a million tiny conveniences that eventually become impossible to escape.
And somewhere along the interstate, another camera blinks.
Click.
Welcome home, citizen.
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