Monday, April 9, 2018
UNWANTED PHONE CALLS
Basically, I am against the death penalty. I also understand that this subject is debatable among honorable people entitled to speak our own minds in this great USA. But this said, let's look at the possibility that certain people should be given this most final of all solutions.
My candidates are those men and women who make the unsolicited phone calls to our homes. The biggest of culprits among these Devil's disciples are of course the robocalls where tireless programmed robots eliminate the human factor altogether by calling and calling and calling. They usually do so when they suspect that someone is going to be there – dinner time is especially a target. Most people I know are near exhaustion at the end of a day spent in totin' the barge, liftin' the bale, or whatever else makes for a tiring day at work. We look forward to relaxation, refreshment and the companionship of our loved ones. We want to pull up the drawbridge over the moat so we can be the King or Queen in our little castle where peace and serenity reign. Then the telephones start with their awful anvil chorus.
I am but one helpless soul frustrated at my inability to fend off these endless intrusions. Every avenue of potential assistance to me has been cut off at the pass. The Do Not Call registry is worthless as are other avenues of potential assistance. In earlier times we could have some fun by talking back to the “caller.” We could use language not heard since long ago days in the barracks. But that paled after a hundred or so opportunities to vent at the tekkie intruders.
Away from the ringing phones I admire the depth of why I am being pursued. The Internal Revenue Service is one. This is quickly dismissed because I know the IRS writes, not calls, if they have reason to contact me. How about my student loan? I never had to take out a loan thanks to my hardworking parents. (The statute of limitations surely would protect me anyway since my college days were seven decades ago.) There are many others.
We did away with our land line house phone which eliminated a stress-relieving option pursued by one father, namely, ripping the telephone right out of the wall. But now “they” have our cell phone numbers! If you have an idea for us, please let us know. We'd love to hear from you