I was in Livermore, California a few years ago… and in the middle of a big empty field was a little shack surrounded by a metal fence, with a million antennas around it and a pickup truck parked on the side. There was a sign out front that said “FCC Listening Station”. I just thought, “what a job… there’s some guy sitting next to a stack of radios in there… just waiting for someone to say ‘fuck’”.
