If the NSA had a recording of Trayvon Martin's swan song of a phone call, And if it proved Zimmerman to be a cold-blooded killer, I think that recording would already have mysteriously turned up somewhere in the public record. I think they have a recording of that call, and I think it proves the opposite.
On that score, consider the inane vapidity of most human exchanges via phone, text and email, and consider how soul-killing it would be to have to sift through all that data for the paydirt. What an insulting and steaming pile that things should have come to this pass. I at least take some satisfaction at the sheer volume of photographs of bowel movements they must have to have come across.
On that score: poop! Poop! Poop! Poopidoop!
This makes my love of shoes and perfume appear noble and lofty in comparison.