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To: hoagy62
This is starting to sound like a tin-foil hat discussion. Sure, they could track someone by their cell phone with lots of expensive gear, a dozen or so well-trained agents... But so what? I mean, they could just get one guy to follow most anyone and the subject would never know. How many people are trained on spotting and eluding a tail?

The real question is why would anyone bother? I have a relative, borderline certifiable IMHO, who at one time firmly believed that she was being actively tracked. It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud at the suggestion. She, like so many of us, is really a nobody. Go ahead, bug my phone, my house, my car. Warning, I sing (when I'm alone) in the car - badly. Look at any of the so-called reality-based shows polluting the airwaves. TV production companies have to work hard at making "reality" even mildly interesting. Anyone tracking me, I'd probably drive them to drink inside a week.

The upshot is, if someone with enough resources wants to track you, they're going to track you. There's not a heck of a lot you can do about it without living a completely bizarre lifestyle. A little paranoia is good, but this seems to be close-to or over the edge. I refuse to fear my cell phone, car, or anything else. I won't live in a "State of Fear."

11 posted on 11/17/2008 6:48:17 PM PST by CodeMasterPhilzar
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To: CodeMasterPhilzar
I think you're missing the point, imho, it's not about “fear” per se, but it's about the very real technology and what is indeed possible.
12 posted on 11/17/2008 7:09:39 PM PST by khnyny ("The demagogue is one who preaches doctrines he knows to be untrue to men he knows to be idiots.")
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