Give a man a gun, and he can rob a bank. Give a man a bank, and he can rob the world.
The interesting thought from the article could be summed up with this exerpt from it.
Its employees dealt with us in an upbeat, tightly scripted manner that appeared to stem from their awareness of several cameras angled toward the service counter. The situation reminded me that the ferreting-out of secrets is merely one purpose of surveillance; it also disciplines, inhibits, robbing interactions of spontaneity and turning them into self-conscious performances. The Firestone employees, with their smiles and good manners, had the same forced cheerfulness I’d long ago noticed in my Facebook feed, a parallel universe of marriage announcements and birthday well-wishes straight out of the Midwestern 1950s. Both were miniature versions, it occurred to me, of the society we’d all soon inhabit—or already did but had yet to fully acknowledge.
Am I the only one with masking tape on the lap top camera
Give a man a gun, and he can rob a bank. Give a man a bank, and he can rob the world.

