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EPIC Privacy Threat Index

Activism: Big Brother

See also: Cyber Rights, Privacy, Cypherpunks and Ban Spam

In this age of information, personal information (information about a person) is becoming at once more prevalent and more valuable. Information about the average person in the United States is entered into 17 databases (pre-web figure from November 1994) including:

Credit card

Bank

DMV

Store (from store creditcards or credit card payments for goods)

Federal, state & local government

Magazine subscription lists

Using these databases, anyone interested (e.g., the Direct Marketing Association, the FBI, etc.) can determine a huge amount about a person by indexing this information according to (e.g.):

where a person lives

what magazines she reads

what stores she frequents and products she purchases

where she goes on vacation

Further, anyone participating on the Internet is also noted on an uncountable number of databases, including ones such as:

Alta Vista (web pages)

Amazon.com (buying habits)

DoubleClick (cross web site tracking)

Engage (agregate user profiling)

I/Pro (user statistics)

www.dejanews.com (newsgroups)

reference.com (mailing lists)

This speed, accuracy, and quantity of this information collection is increasing at an alarming rate. Truly, Big Brother is nigh.

More links of interest:

AdCop.org - useful anti-spyware site

BigBrotherInside.org - Intel PIII processors with ID tracking

DisInfo.org

George Orwell Links

NegativeUtopia.org

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