1865 iFootpad

To the old P.T. Barnum phrase, "There's a sucker born every minute," add the corollary that there's a crime born from every new product.
Like right now, U.S. cities are experiencing a brand new crime wave. It's about smartphones. Yep, smarty-pants phones, with all their bells, whistles, glitter and glam are also great things to steal. San Francisco reports that half of all its robberies are phone related, New York reports 40%. And not just because they can be resold on the black market, though phones are notoriously fence-able.
Nope, it's also because they contain your entire life. Friends, Facebook posts, what your valuables are and where you keep them listed in your home insurance app. Whether and when you or your friends are on vacation in your calendar app. What their addresses are. What your address is.
And for the particularly sophisticated Oliver Twisted iFootpad, who's also a hacker, all that great bank and financial data, from your bank account info to your one-touch Google wallet they can use to fill up their getaway car with gas and their empty bellies with troll food at the gas station convenience store. Long before you even realize it's stolen and use its anti-theft GPS to notify authorities.
All because you chose to carry around your identity in a handy portable compact package.
Here you go criminal person, that slim little device that an apprentice pickpocket could slip out of my back pocket, it's got everything you need to steal my identity and everything my identity has, including all my identity's friends' stuff.
The smarty-pants phone manufacturers were right. It's the evolution of a whole new era of convenience. For consumer and criminal.
Progress for prey, progress for predator.
I wonder if there's an app for that?
America, ya gotta love it.