When did everyone let their guard down and let big brother sneak its way into our their lives with a disease called social media. Now don’t get me wrong here I have fallen victim to the mybooks and facespaces of the internets but within reason. See I may update my status, write a twit, or update my blog but you will never read the words “Jimmy Goose checked in…” anywhere. When did it become ok for every move you make on this giant chessboard of life to be tracked and documented. We share our darkest secrets and publish them online for everyone to see. Every breakup or bad work day, every tuna sandwich and pizza for dinner. If you think those little fuckers over at facebook wouldn’t sell your ass out for some cashish then you are as naive as the drunk cheerleader. It is scary that we set up this yellow brick road to be stalked if need be. At any given time its free and open information about where you are, where you are going, what you are eating, who you are fucking and how long you will be sucking. Pushover Pete will not be home for approximately two hours if you would like to rob their house. Peeping Paul knows you are about to take a shower. Your government now knows everything about your daily routine. Baby don’t you want to throw it up now?