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Quebecker Faces Jail For Not Giving Up Phone Password To Canadian Officials
wired_parrot writes Canadian customs officials have charged a 38-year old man with obstruction of justice after he refused to give up his Blackberry phone password [on arrival in Canada by plane from the Dominican Republic]. As this is a question that has not yet been litigated in Canadian courts, it may establish a legal precedent for future cases. From the article: [Law professor Rob] Currie says the issue of whether a traveller must reveal a password to an electronic device at the border hasn't been tested by a court.
"This is a question that has not been litigated in Canada, whether they can actually demand you to hand over your password to allow them to unlock the device," he said. "One thing for them to inspect it, another thing for them to compel you to help them."
None of this can be true, I was told no one had blackberries anymore. It's all lies lies I tell you
The Canadian government should just reach out the NSA. I'm sure they could provide the password. No warrant necessary.
This story points to the clear need for edible phones. Imagine that as you are landing in some country with a lack of respect for civil liberties, you receive a text message warning you that your phone is about to be confiscated. What if you could simply eat your phone? Wouldn't that be ideal. Edible phones could be the next growth market for the tech industry. Message me for details on how to invest.
Not the last time I took the bridge from Detroit to Canada. The canada guy was a raging asshole, I almost thought he was the American guy and I went the wrong way for a moment.
Do not look at laser with remaining good eye.
The second password shouldn't brick the phone, it should take you to a second version of your phone's file system, which contains only the "happy birds" game, a collection of bad but sincere teenage poetry, and a spreadsheet listing the names of each member of Canada's federal government cabinet alongside a 6 figure dollar number.
Where are we going and why are we in a handbasket?
Maybe you just need a nice quiet place with no distractions (like an outside window) where you can remember.
Where are we going and why are we in a handbasket?
That must have been Scott. He's a dick.