Yes Virginia, There is a Bogeyman
Parents used to scare their children into proper behaviour by threatening that the Bogeyman would get them if they didn’t behave. The Bogeyman was watching you, just like God, the angels, and Santa Claus(?) Maybe that set the cornerstone for an adult life of confusion, anxiety, anal retentiveness, bed-wetting, Conservatism, and utter perplexity. Was God the Bogeyman? Was the Bogeyman Santa Claus? Was my guardian angel the Bogeyman?
Under the bed, in the closet, in your cell phone, down the hall, at the window, behind the door, beneath the rug, behind the curtain, in the television (that one, I’m sure, is really, really there). People might get over the trauma of learning that Santa Claus isn’t real, or become cynically wounded and jaded in adult life. But they never seem to get over their fear of the Bogeyman. Probably because Santa was expensive, but the Bogeyman came gratis, (as all nasty things usually come cheap).
Be careful what you say and do, or the Bogeyman’s gonna’ get to you.
In order to be saved, you must be very well behaved.
If you don’t want to attract the Eye, just try to be the Average Guy.
Don’t do nothing to attract attention, you might end up in State detention.
Whatever else you might be after, O try to be good for Mr. Clapper!
If you don’t like what you’re seeing, you always have the choice of kneeling.
But once you grovel and submit, it tends to become your daily habit.
All you must do is conform, and agree that this is the only norm.
If you want to be beyond suspicion, practice, practice self-inhibition.
Try to be respectable. Stay inside your cubicle.
Alas, the Bogeyman is now very real, and it’s effectively called the surveillance State.
One should really be careful what one conceives of in the imagination.