During the Obama presidency, Americans discovered that his administration’s intelligence agencies were spying on us.  In fact, Director of National Intelligence James Clapper lied to Congress about it, for which he was never charged — but then, he’s a Democrat, the laws don’t apply to them.

Eventually, he came clean, admitting that all Americans were being spied on, all the time, with spy agencies keeping a record of all phone conversations, texts, and emails made by every American.  This was merely a precaution in case they ever needed to prosecute any of those who disagreed with Barry.

Yet, I believe that the tech industry not only does the same thing (spying) but does it better.  Of course, I have no evidence of this, and many people will say that I am being paranoid (I probably am a little paranoid — at least that’s what people are saying).  And what I present here is merely anecdotal.  But we really should think about this stuff, and perhaps it is time to, as the Democrats like to say, have a conversation.

My Story:

I bought Century Bob XL, a lifelike punching bag used by boxers and MMA fighters to train.  I nicknamed him Uncle Bob because he’s basically a man’s torso on a stick, whose anatomically correct visage (get your mind out of the gutter) allows a person to target punches and kicks.

I use him exclusively for targeting because having been crushed against a wall by a tractor-trailer and having my hand cut off and sewn back on, hitting him would be too painful.  But I still need to train if I want to keep my distance from the wheelchair that looms ever larger in my future as my injuries worsen with the passing years.

And since the lovely Cabrina likes to punch Uncle Bob, his addition to the household has been hugely successful.  I’m all for her training with Uncle Bob as it has allowed my bruised ribs to finally heal (just a joke…darn, I need to go, she’s coming).

Here’s the thing, when I saw her punching Bob, as an ex-boxer, I warned her to work on her form because she was bending her wrist as she hit him.  I told her, “Be careful to keep your wrist straight or you’ll break it.”

Several days later, at my house in the Bronx, we were discussing NYC’s garbage regime and their recycling diktats.  I told her we needed a couple of tall garbage pails to make recycling easier.

Later that same day, a picture fell off the wall hitting a pitcher on the granite countertop of the bar.  The glass pitcher crashing into the stone was so loud we were both surprised it didn’t shatter.  No matter, I told her, “It’s a cheap pitcher, I can always get another one.”

Two days later, I received this email from Amazon, which in my opinion is one of the best run companies in the world, if not the best run, and Bezos is the finest businessman on the planet — that’s my opinion and I’m sticking by it.