Today is another election day here in California. By my (admittedly unofficial) count, it is the 6,586th election we have had in California since the turn of the century.
For whatever reason, out here on the Left Coast, we have pretty much perfected the perpetual election cycle, which, as you know spawns a flurry of campaign ads, which this year seem to have been dominated by our Democratic Gubernatorial1 candidates flinging huge bags of shit at each other. On camera. Like monkeys. Dumb monkeys. Meanwhile, Arnold just sits back somewhere smoking a huge stogie and laughing.
While the commercials — most of which I make blipvert by at tivo speed — are as annoying as ever, they are nothing compared to the insidious monster that has infiltrated my phone in ever growing numbers: the robo-call.
For the lucky lucky few who have no idea what I’m talking about, these are pre-recorded phone calls that are robotically automated so that the only humans involved are the ones actually receiving the calls.
We need to stop these, and I have a plan.