So, this is not my story, but it's a good one so I'm hijacking it.

To continue the tale of our dear friend Cynthia McKinney...

A few days ago, weeks after the "incident" that landed McKinney in the spotlight, a friend of mine was walking towards work with not a care in the world. He strode up to the door he always goes in, which is the door I always go in, which is the door Cynthia McKinney went in that fateful day. Out of nowhere, a bunch of cops pull him aside. Naturally, he squeals like a small girl as they begin questioning him.

Apparently, he was walked through the door moments before Cynthia McKinney had her moment of glory. How do they know this? They proceed to bust out security photos, which they have blown up, analyzed, and somehow used to discover that my friend was around during the incident. How did they match up a grainy security photo to employee photos of him? How did they know when he was going to walk through the door for work? How did they recognize him?

An hour later, representatives from the U.S. Attorney's office show up at his office, again wielding photos and asking if he remembers anything from that day. My friend is being stalked by the law, who have apparently discovered the identity of absolutely everyone in the vicinity of that door during the McKinney incident. He remembers nothing, he didn't even know he was there around the time it happened, and he has told at least a dozen people this. But here they come, with pictures and questions about what color ties he usually wears to work. Let's all take a moment to appreciate how immune to security and surveillance we've all become. Whoa. Just whoa.