Whilst chopping through the history of analog-later-digital terms of endearment to all things eavesdropped, I forgot to add this little Bit-o’-Tid:
This was on 60-minutes, which sometimes runs ninety minutes too long, so we all know it is true. True? Was a time when U.S. foreign intelligence service – CIA for short – was disallowed to spy on ‘Mericans in ‘Merica: that was FBI patch most jealously guarded. Used to be a time with the British secret service (foreign, MI-whichever number) labored under the same dictates.
O, what to do? What to do? Indeed.
Not a prob, kiddies. We just pitch our telephone downloads – by keyword only, donchaknow – to the Brits to put onto a mainframe and parse and we do the same for theirs. Hey, Presto! Problema no mora!
I will not go into it further. Go research it your own self. I do not have any – repeat, ANY! – source other than the last three gasping memory cells left in my possession! There. N’Nuff typed!