Maybe it’s because I have whatever this hideous flu thing is that’s spreading around here (sore throat + headache + exhaustion in the worst part of the academic calendar = not happy camper) but I just pretty much read the riot act to a DNC caller who rang up here looking for money.
The thing is, this is about the sixth time in about a week, looking for either me or my wife. When I politely (really) noted the frequency of calls, he said, “Oh, that’s probably not the national organization”. Dude, I don’t #*%^@!& care which branch of the party it is. We donate when we’re ready to donate. We make very deliberate decisions about donations. We do not want canvassers, callers or anyone else trying to persuade us on a regular basis with canned speeches that is our duty to donate right here and right now. If donating to Joe Sestak or anyone else puts me on a list that is more aggressive than guys trying to sell me a better mortgage (who totally ignore the Do-Not-Call-List), then I seriously will reconsider my donations.
Ah, that feels better. Especially since the guy hung up on me in mid-rant, and really, I promise you, I was much politer than I am to the sleazier telemarketers. Look, I really do think I’m a fairly typical independent. That means, yes, I’m prissy as hell about my political choices. I sell my virtue dearly, but I promise, I’m a tiger when it’s sold. Just don’t be a bounder while I’m being courted, and I promise not to slap your face.