Satire -- Satire -- Satire. Or deep depression.
Where is my Whistleblower Protection Program Manual, been looking everywhere and cannot find it.
It's a novel that needs to be written soon. Something along the lines of "The Fugitive meets Couchsurfing.com".
Should work just fine as a plot. Be nice to those spooks who are just good people and don't make them look too bad. You can make up totally fictional lying generals and power hungry politicians, more than you ever need.
And do incorporate something we at the K-Landnews noticed: One point we have not seen mentioned in the bazillion bytes written about the NSA leaks is this.
TheGuardian and Mr. S. have tried to learn from the Wikileaks-Manning-Assange story. All their handling points to that.
We also know that the NSA learned zilch, nothing, nada from it. After all, it took them three years and, to quote Bender of Futurama fame, a kick in their shiny metal asses to announce a two-person system.
Which we grossly interpret to mean that, in the future, we get two whistleblowers instead of one.
Works fine for us, should be great for the press because they have two people to throw dirt at, two girlfiriends to chase.
If you write that novel, be nice enough to send us a complimentary copy.
Don't credit us, we gladly forgo the honor of a special record in yet another freedom friendly database.
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