I hereby give the NSA permission to use my phone records. Why should I care?

Way back in the dark ages (early 80s to be precise), when I was an active member of CND in Essex, my phone was tapped. It was highly amusing to hear the sudden hanging-up "click" whenever I shouted down the phone "I know you stupid bastards are listening!" As we sold our CND paraphernalia on our Saturday morning stall in Loughton High Road, we could clearly see several blokes on a rooftop on the opposite side of the road filming us and taking photos. We made sure they went home with some quite entertaining footage. The sad fact is that this represented public money being wasted watching a bunch of people who couldn't, and wouldn't, harm a bloody flea.

Do I care? I wouldn't care if some secret service lunatic filmed me wiping my bum, to be honest. What I do care about is that we're paying these eejits to waste our money.