Judge Rules NSA Wiretapping Unconstitutional

strredwolf writes "CNN is reporting that NSA's warrantless wiretapping program has been ruled unconstitutional. This is the ACLU lawsuit on behalf of journalists, scholars, and lawyers. From the article: "U.S. District Judge Anna Diggs Taylor in Detroit became the first judge to strike down the National Security Agency's program, which she says violates the rights to free speech and privacy.""

Comments

Ok...This is what happens next

[Anonymous Coward]

As provided for under Section VI of the Patriot Act, President Bush will now declare U.S. District Judge Anna Diggs Taylor an enemy combatant, have her stripped and dog piled in Gitmo.

Land of the free, eh?

Congratulations!

[Saint Aardvark]

Welcome back, you guys.

Signed,
The Free World

Re:Trust us! We're the government!

[mctk]

I think he'll be okay. Hunting season is over.

Re:Trust us! We're the government!

[Seraphim_72]

when I talk to my friend over my cell phone, I sometimes say hi to the NSA just for fun. They never respond though...

You:"Hi NSA we are talking about bombs!" (smile)

NSA:"Actually you were dicussing your blog, get a thesaurus."

You:

NSA:"The TP is in the hall closet"

Sound of phone dropping and wet footsteps running away

Re:Reminds me of an old Russian joke

[vertinox]

From Wikipedia (keep in cultural context that before the collapse of the Soviet Union that when you got a hotel room you often shared it with other people you didn't know)

A hotel. A room for four with four strangers. Three of them soon open a bottle of vodka and proceed to get acquainted, then drunk, then noisy, singing and telling political jokes. The fourth one desperately tries to get some sleep; finally, frustrated, he surreptitiously leaves the room, goes downstairs, and asks the lady concierge to bring tea to Room 67 in ten minutes. Then he returns and joins the party. Five minutes later, he bends over an ashtray and says with utter nonchalance: "Comrade Major, some tea to Room 67, please." In a few minutes, there's a knock at the door, and in comes the lady concierge with a tea tray. The room falls silent; the party dies a sudden death, and the conspirator finally gets to sleep. The next morning he wakes up alone in the room. Surprised, he runs downstairs and asks the concierge where his neighbors had gone. "Oh, the KGB has arrested them!" she answers. "B-but... but what about me?" asks the guy in terror. "Oh, well, they decided to let you go. You made Comrade Major laugh a lot with your tea joke."