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Mandatory Keyloggers in Mumbai's Cyber Cafes
YIAAL writes "Indian journalist Amit Varma reports that Mumbai's police are requiring the city's 500 Internet cafes to install keystroke loggers, which will capture every keystroke by users and turn that information over to the government — nearly in realtime by the sound of it. Buy things online, and the underpaid Indian police will have your credit card number. 'Will these end up getting sold in a black market somewhere? Not unlikely.'"
I love it. They should do that here in the USA.
...thanks... (leaves)
No, seriously. Think about it. The folks assigned to sort through a million tons (virtual) of inane chatter every day would eventually commit suicide, and they'd never be able to hire anyone to do it again.
Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs could do a show on it.
Mike Rowe: So what do you sort through the most here?
Government Drone: Um, well... mostly every day life stuff. Middle America sending email to friends and family.
MR: You OK? You look depressed.
GD: It gets to you, the nullity of it all. As if life itself was declared obscene and the whole thing wrapped up in plain brown paper. It makes me feel too clean instead of dirty. It makes me want to take a *golden* shower.
MR: Anything exciting ever show up?
GD: What? Nah, just inane, boring shit. Even the sex chat is so plain vanilla it puts you to sleep.
MR: There must be the occasional gem.
GD: And there seems to be a lot about toenail clipping and corns on feet and, and, and, my God, my God, painful rectal itch. Sweet Smoking Baby Jesus I think 80% is about things like that. Who knew? What does it mean? The banality makes me long for the sweet, cold sleep of everlasting ebony we call death.
MR: Uh, I don't think I want to take my turn here, guys. Can't we do another show about the sewers of San Francisco?
GD: Could you excuse me? I need to to extinguish my own life.
MR: Remember, cut up the freeway, not across it! Ha ha!
GD:
MR: He was kidding, right?