Big Brother can now watch me by sattelite, as he utilizes the 911/GPS tracking feature in my cell phone, while, at the same time, keeping tabs on the people I call, entering all this data into a super computer, and using all this information to build my personal pre-criminal dossier.
Pretty soon, the Watchful Fathers will know me better than I know myself.
That makes me feel safe. And society will be safer, because the Fathers will know me so well, that they will be able to step in and correct my behavior, before I've even had a conscious thought to do wrong.
And, it is not an invasion of my privacy. A win-win-win situation, to be sure.
I love you, Big Brother! And I know that Big Brother loves me too. And he loves all of you out there as well, I'm sure.
Even you, fella. Yes, you. The guy in the blue sweater, pissing on public property. At 334 4th st, Merchantville, Pa. We are watching you at this very moment, and a patrol car will be along shorty, with expressions of love from your governmental employees