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Can't you just picture it? It's about four in the morning and that little group of hackers just got into to Sarah Palin's e-mail account and I have this visual image of them suddenly leaping around, capering and chattering like excited monkeys, high fiving each other’s little monkey paws and gibbering with excitement as they pried their way into her private life.Can’t you picture them just twittering, their eyes shining as they started going through her personal e-mails looking for....what? Were they looking for some admission of guilt for a yet unnamed crime? Were they looking to expose a deep, dark secret that will affect the future of this country?Or were they merely looking to dig up dirt, something personal that would embarrass and humiliate her?I choose “C”.They weren’t trying to do a public service, they were being little computer monkeys looking for something shiny to play with.They no doubt were howling with delight at what they had managed to do - invade the privacy of not only Sarah Palin,but her family as well.And then, like the malicious little monkeys they are, they started flinging their poop on the general public. They released the cell phone numbers of Bristol Palin and the e-mail addresses of everyone in the family. Anyone, ANYONE who tries to defend what they did as some kind of investigative reporting needs to take a close look at that. It served no purpose but to harass the family - and complicate their lives.From what I’m reading now it seems our little monkeys may have violated federal law when they hacked into a private account. It wasn’t just any private account, though. It was the private account of a candidate to the office of Vice President of the United States. Oops. And now the Secret Service is starting to look into it.The little monkeys were operating from what they presumed was the safety of their liberal cage, thinking that they could play in their own poop with immunity. Well, guess what? I suspect their lives are about to become much more complicated and they’re going to suddenly realize that their cage has a door. They aren’t safe.I’m thinking that our little troop in internet monkeys is at this very moment second guessing themselves and their decision to do what they did and there is probably some nail chewing going on. When the Secret Service gets to know you it usually isn’t a good thing. And I’m hoping that the next cage they’ll be in won’t be a figurative one, but a literal one. By Pilgrim
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