Oh many of us were and are quite worried.
But asking a government to give up a natural resource is like asking Isildur to cast the one ring into the fire...
It's a nice fantasy.
You've only got three wishes, most people forget to wish the djinn back into the bottle.
Perfectly told stories like the Venture Brothers Saga aside...
Information is worth a lot of money, and money is a kind of power.
Also a population divided and hopeless is easier to control.
As the first rule of acquisition states: "Once you have their money, never give it back."
It's weird how so often money becomes a key for a thing like certain inalienable rights. I don't recall the right to privacy being explicitly spelled out in any of the sacred scriptures, so I'm pretty sure there's always going to be people and organizations trying to exploit that and us. Which is why its so damned important to not give up the fight for a better tomorrow today. For the children. And the elderly. And the true victims, rich and powerful shadowy corporations. You know, our friends and family who own us. All of us. They're watching us right now. Plotting. Scheming. Mocking us. Mining our data to sell us madness at a mark up and make us fear the real things we need. Other people.
It's a game you see. Like Calvinball, but with blood sport.
One thing's for sure; whether its a wedding or an execution. Either way we'll have a good time. Make it like a carnival. Bring in the right music and food trucks, hell some people won't even notice the signs.
There's so many everywhere all the time, what sane person would even try to keep track of it all, what sane person could keep track of all the collected crazy of an entire country.
The games we play as children prepare us for the games we play as adults. There are rules and expectations for cheating in both. As a child you are discouraged from cheating. Punished for it. As an adult you are expected and encouraged to cheat, if you can afford it, you can even get rewarded for it. Just don't get caught. If you get caught it draws focus to the fact that it happens, the fact that it happens, raises questions, tedius questions, scary questions, dangerous questions, questions have a bad habit of demanding answers and answers require thought. Thought is painful. Like growth. Pain is scary ergo growth is scary.
And there's always going to be someone standing by to offer all those scared thoughtful people the opportunity to get security in exchange for some existential conceptualization of a right you didnt really think you were using much right now anyway, and its not like you can't just return the car and get a refund once you've driven it off the lot.
Tale as old as time my avian friend.
Keith David even sings about it.
It's called a deal with the devil for a reason beyond it sounding cool.
It's a slow burn long con...
Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you! But That's a story for another day and I digress:
FWIW, I do still think there's hope. Even if it's only a fool's hope.
Life tells the jokes, I just point out the punchlines and hope to get you to laugh instead of cry.
Another fun current event. I found some big moxes of the monster ceareals at walmart. So I bought the big three. I passed a halucination of my childhood self at the cash register. It was like the scene at the end of return of the jedi. The ghost of my inner child nodded at me. We did it little dude. When we became an adult and do our own grocery shopping we really can buy all three monster cereals. Living the dream feels fantastic.
Now I just need civilization to hang in there long enough for me to become an old person, all these long rambling go no where stories will rival the great aged bard Abraham Jebediah Simpson II. Come on democracy hang in there for all the mostly harmless affably eccentric rubes in all of us. So that future generations can enjoy three kinds of monster ceareal which would have been four if there had been Apple Mummy.
tl;dr: Life is a brief candle all to quickly spent. At least there's snacks.