I'm really a sentimental fellow

Sometimes I wish someone would bulldoze the internet. Can something that big just disappear? Not likely. Not when a mere human of biodegradable material can no longer live anonymously.
We are social animals, most of us, and the internet is just another soiree. It's as dangerous as any other party; there are thieves and killers mingling in the next chat room.
People can take cover on the internet; there are lots of nice hiding places. But the shady privacy is being harvested to clear the way for surveillance. Now the internet is a detective tool. Prospective employers spy on a perspective employee’s elife. This applicant had too many virtual cocktails. Our government snoops through our email, rummaging in and outboxes like a bum in a dumpster. Subversive correspondence is better off by pony express.
Perhaps the evildoers seek shelter in someone else’s shoes; they’re imposters, now that the internet thicket is thinner. Identity theft may be the only ticket to anonymity today. Everyone is ensnared in the worldwide web. Some folks don't eat meat or buy material possessions; does anyone snub the internet? I'd like to say goodbye for good someday, but first, I'll need your identity.