But Miss Smith said that a more efficient means of storing data such as the timing and location of phone calls made by terror suspects would avoid more wide-scale surveillance of the public.
She added: "The consultation will begin in the New Year and I want this to be combined with a well-informed debate characterised by openness, rather than mere opinion, by reason and reasonableness.
"In this, as in the other work we do, my aim is to achieve a consensus and I hope that others will approach the serious issues posed for our national security capabilities in the same spirit."
I think that The Englishman made quite a good fist of delivering a succinct opinion...
Jacquiiiii, if you want my opinion, "characterised by openness, rather than mere opinion, by reason and reasonableness" then I merely can say go screw yourself with broken bottle, and likewise to the rest of the stalinist prodnoses who think they can scare the British people into giving away our freedoms.
The great pity is that the majority of the British people seem quite happy to encourage the government to curtail our liberty.
However, in order to encourage those people who are not that fucking stupid to deliver their own opinions, I feel that I should help Jacqui out. So, Jacqui-baby, here is what I think...
I think that you should strip the skin from your arms, legs and breasts with a blunt, rusty cheese-grater; you should then go and have a bath in salt (making sure to rub it well into your flayed limbs and tits) and then, whilst still screaming loudly, you should give yourself three hundred papercuts all over your genitals and then scrub then with wire-wool dipped in lemon juice.
Staggering to your taxpayer-subsidised drinks cabinet, you should then drink an entire bottle of vodka which—whilst dulling the pain in your limbs and sexual areas—makes you feel so ill that you want to die. Dragging yourself to the loo, you should then "talk to god on the great, white phone" until the dry-heaves bring back the excruciating agony.
And all of this is only to achieve one aim: to make you want to fuck off and die. Which is, coincidentally, what you should now do.
Is that opinion good enough for you, Jacqui, darling? You sack of shit.