The Eternal Return of Surveillance: A Tale of Slumbering Justice

Behold, dear readers, as I unveil before thee a most peculiar spectacle unfolding in the dominion of law enforcement, where the sleeping masses stumble forth into an age of mechanical eyes, believing they have discovered truth in the cold lens of progress.

Lo, how they drape themselves in the comfort of recorded truth, these merchants of justice! They seek to capture reality in their mechanical eyes, yet know not that truth itself laughs at their attempts to cage it in digital prisons.

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police, those guardians of the slumbering realm, now adorn themselves with cameras upon their breasts, believing that in this act they shall capture the essence of truth and justice. Yet what folly! For in their pursuit of transparency, they but add another layer to the great machinery that grinds ever slower, ever more ponderously.

In New Brunswick, where the masses sleep soundly in their belief in systematic justice, Shara Munn, president of their Crown Prosecutors Association, raises her voice in warning. But hark! Her concerns speak not of the profound implications of this mechanical eye, but of the mere administrative burden it shall bring.

See how they wallow in their own limitations! These last men, these bureaucrats of justice, concerned more with their comfort and convenience than with the ascension to higher truth. They seek not to transcend their current state but merely to manage it better!

The National Police Federation's Brian Sauvé speaks of "administrative burdens" and "court-ready packages," as if justice could be wrapped and presented like a merchant's wares. In their pursuit of efficiency, they have forgotten that truth requires not merely observation, but understanding, not merely recording, but wisdom.

In Ontario, where Donna Kellway presides over her realm of prosecutors, they speak of "digital space" and "proper review," as if justice could be measured in gigabytes and pixels. These are the words of those who would reduce the grand theater of human struggle to mere data points and time stamps.

Witness how they scramble to process their mountain of evidence, yet fail to see that they build but another tower of Babel! They seek to capture truth in their digital nets, yet truth, like water, slips ever through their fingers.

The government promises millions of dollars, as if throwing gold at the problem could solve the deeper malaise that afflicts their justice system. They speak of "implementation" and "digital evidence management," the vocabulary of the last man who believes that all problems can be solved with sufficient funding and proper organization.

And what of the communities they serve? They sleep, content in their belief that more surveillance equals more justice, that more documentation equals more truth. They know not that they participate in their own pacification, in the great machinery of comfort that strips them of their will to power, their ability to rise above mere observation to true understanding.

See how they celebrate this new age of surveillance, these children of comfort! They know not that they forge new chains for themselves, golden though they may be.

As this great experiment unfolds across the slumbering nation, we witness not the dawn of a new age of justice, but rather the further entrenchment of the last man's paradise - a world where truth is reduced to pixels, justice to file sizes, and wisdom to the mere accumulation of data.

Let those with eyes to see understand: The path to true justice lies not in the multiplication of mechanical eyes, but in the cultivation of wisdom and the courage to face truth in all its terrible beauty. Until then, the masses shall continue to sleep, dreaming of justice while drowning in data.