Why Do I Feel Like I Am Being Watched?

Headquarters of the NSA at Fort Meade, Marylan...

Headquarters of the NSA at Fort Meade, Maryland. Español: Instalaciones generales de la NSA en Fort Meade, Maryland. Русский: Штаб-квартира АНБ, Форт-Мид, Мэриленд, США (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was just getting over the NSA scandal when it happened. My cousin Sharon sent me an e-mail with a link that reopened my suspicion of the NSA. The feeling is mutual. The NSA suspects me,  you, and everyone for that matter and, I suspect them. Of what? Of wrong doing, and of violating our fourth Amendment right to leave us alone. When does this crap end?  How long will it be before the Progressives rewrite the constitution to this,

“Anything Goes as long as it keeps Democrats and Progressives elected. Laws apply only to tax slaves”

 That is it, simple and short. Why do we have to bother with unalienable rights endowed by the Creator?

I did as Sharon suggested, I clicked on the link, and what it revealed is amazing. The little light bulb went on above my head and it suddenly made sense. What made sense? I always wondered why the big boys want access to Facebook photos. I have a program on my computer called iPhoto, and it has amazing face recognition ability. Two plus two equals four. Put a Megapixel camera on a crowd, add face recognition to the crowd shot and compare it to the Facebook database of photos, and the NSA has instant identification capability.

Were you also aware that Homeland Security conducted a secret test on the fourth of July which basically federalized all of our police departments? In my books that test put the country into a state of martial law. They did this because the Boston bombers spoke of an act of terrorism during the Fourth of July Celebrations. Nothing happened, so I guess the HLS gets credit for keeping us secure. Putting us under martial law does, however, scare the living crap out of me more than the prospect of being involved in an act of terror.

Here is the link. Go there and experiment as I did. Roam around the crowd and decide if you are as impressed as I was.

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So you thought you might hide in the crowd…

The picture below was taken with a
camera 70,000 x 30,000 pixels (2100 Megapixels).

It can identify a face in a multitude.

The cameras are not sold to the public and are being installed in
Strategic locations.  (This one is in Canada )

Place the cursor in the multitude of people and left double click a couple
times. It will continue to show the people much closer, when you double left
click again or click more if needed.  Amazing!! You can use the finger wheel.

There were thousands of persons and yet one can spot and recognize any face.

Imagine what this means…  both police and Army have it.

http://www.gigapixel.com/image/gigapan-canucks-g7.html

Hit the plus sign once you open this thing…totally unbelievable. No wonder they found the
Boston bombers so quickly!!! This is beyond awesome.

 

http://www.gigapixel.com/image/gigapan-canucks-g7.html

Happy 236th Birthday America!

Ronald Reagan inspired the country each time he spoke. This address especially befits America’s 236 th birthday. Isn’t it wonderful that we have Youtube videos to look back and remember when leaders like President Reagan could lift the spirits of our entire population.

Received from a friend.

Happy Independance Day

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE

FLAG,

OF THE UNITED

STATES OF AMERICA ,

AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR

WHICH IT STANDS,

ONE NATION UNDER  GOD,

INDIVISIBLE,

WITH  LIBERTY

AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!

KEEP IT LIT!!  KEEP IT LIT!

for all of our other military personnel, where ever they may be.

Support all of the troops defending our Country.

And God Bless our Military

who are protecting our Country for our Freedom.

Thanks to them, and their sacrifices, we can celebrate the 4th of July

We must never forget who gets the credit for the freedoms we have,

of which we should be eternally grateful.

I watched the flag pass by one day.

It fluttered in the breeze,

A young Marine saluted it,

And then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform;

so young, so tall, so proud.

With hair cut square and eyes alert,

he’d stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him

had fallen through the years.

How many died on foreign soil;

how many mothers’ tears?

How many pilots’ planes shot down?

How many died at sea?

How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?

No, freedom isn’t free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,

when everything was still.

I listened to the bugler play

And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times

That Taps had meant ‘Amen.’

When a flag had draped a coffin

of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,

of the mothers and the wives,

of fathers, sons and husbands

With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard

At the bottom of the sea.

Of unmarked graves in  Arlington .

No, freedom isn’t free.

Enjoy Your Freedom

and

God Bless Our Troops.