BUCK'S BLOG
Eyes In The Skies
What's
up with those low-flying, roof-rattling helicopters buzzing around
the Maui countryside?
J.M. Buck
George Orwell was right. Big Brother IS watching
you.
When you go into a store, there he is, with his big glass dome
eyes peering at you from the ceiling. Steal a candy bar, get 25
years in the can. Or probation, at least.
There he is again, sitting on top of the stoplights. If you run
that yellow light to get your wife to the hospital because she's
in labor, you'd better just forget it. Junior is going to be born
in the back seat while you're getting the book thrown at you.
Okay, so I'm exaggerating a bit. Maybe I'm just paranoid because
I don't like being watched all the time. I thought that stopped
when one was about 12, when Mom didn't need to hire a babysitter
anymore because you could be trusted. I guess no one can be trusted
anymore, so now we have this all seeing, all knowing babysitter
we affectionately call Big Brother.
Granted, the cameras do help reduce the petty shoplifting that
cuts into merchant's revenues. The cameras atop the traffic lights
can tell the authorities what really happened at the scene of
an accident. Okay, fine. I guess I can live with that.
What I want to know is why Big Brother keeps staring at my house.
My little, innocent five-room house. What did it do? And he keeps
looking at my property, too. Did my horse commit a crime? Should
I have not let my four cats out of the bag?
No, Big Brother, it seems, is looking for marijuana. He just flew
over my house again while I was writing this. Not once, but three
times. And now he's hovering just overhead. I wonder if he can
see through my roof. I sure hope not, because I'm not looking
my best right now. And they've scared the heck out of my little
dog. They're convinced that I have marijuana.
Not that I wouldn't if I could. It's a great cash crop. That's
about all it would be good for to me, being that I can't smoke
the stuff anymore. So, if it's illegal to grow it, and I can't
smoke it, why do they keep looking at me? I don't have any. Stop
invading my privacy.
I think marijuana should be legalized. I haven't heard yet of
a pot related death. It helps ease the suffering of cancer and
AIDS patients. Why not make it legal? Maybe Big Brother would
stop looking at me if it were legal.
Then again, maybe Big Brother is just checking out that really
killer crop of carrots that I'm growing. But I sure do wish he
would stop looking so hard at my tomatoes.
