Robocalls

I already feel powerless enough!

That’s right, I may have the right to vote, but with gerrymandering and corporate influence it seems like a meaningless effort. Oh, don’t come down on me, I’ve never missed an election, but if you don’t think this country is screwed up in the governance department you must be ruling.

And politicians are like athletes. Only with worse bodies and better brains. It’s all a sport that we can watch but not participate in. They take it so seriously. It’s like we don’t count. I mean really, do you have to call me 15 times a day?

I’m not exaggerating. That’s how many robocalls I got yesterday. The number of messages had me thinking someone had died. No one calls anymore. Except for the backward politicos, who believe like all spammers if they’ve got the ability to reach me, they can waste my time.

And, like Guy Oseary and U2, you can tell me just to hit delete, but today my phone has been ringing off the hook, but every time I jump up I find it’s another politician begging for my vote so he or she can play in a game that excludes me.

I’m mad as hell and no one’s sticking up for me.

America’s a country where you’re truly on your own, where the rich want to eviscerate the safety net and tell us to pick ourselves up by our bootstraps, saying it’s all about self-reliance.

And they wonder why people freak out and shoot up workplaces and schools.

And peaceful protest has no impact. You know what killed the Occupy movement? The media. Yup, the media is in bed with the politicians and the powers-that-be, they laugh at the shenanigans of us regular people, they’ll cover our deaths in car accidents but they don’t want to hear what we’ve got to say, no one wants to hear what we’ve got to say.

And there’s all this hogwash about freedom. Give me freedom from robocalls, let me opt out of them.

Give me freedom from money in politics. Let the Koch brothers choke on their own pollution.

Give me freedom to speak back to corporations who don’t care about me, despite constantly paying lip service, they only care about their shareholders. If corporations are truly people, they’ve got no friends. They’re the administration you hate at school. You know, the one that never bends and ultimately outlasts you, because institutions are forever but people are not.

So who do I call?

There’s no one to call anymore. Gadgets come without instructions. Appliances cannot be repaired. You buy stuff and if you’ve got a problem with it you learn the lesson to never trust that manufacturer again. Imagine if you got killed by an exploding airbag, whose defects were hidden by car companies for years. You’re dead, it’s too late. They’re out drinking Dom Perignon with suppliers.

And these politicians take it so seriously. Why don’t they take my problems so seriously? All you rat’s asses who run Santa Monica, did you ever contemplate that by wooing industry you’d cause gridlock? They’re bombing through my alley, everybody’s looking for a shortcut, because they can’t stand being stopped anymore. I can’t leave home during rush hour, because I can’t even break traffic in my neighborhood!

Which is inundated with the autos of Santa Monica College students, even though the educational institution is twenty minutes away. They won’t park at the airport and ride the bus, why should they sacrifice when no one else will?

That’s right, why should I care about my brethren when no one cares about me. Is that how far we’ve come? Is that the Reagan legacy? It’s too hard and too expensive to have government work so we’ll just dismantle it so I can get frustrated and have my quality of life decline?

I wish my vote truly counted. Then I’d take the names of everybody robocalling me and vote against them. These self-centered pricks who give not a whit about privacy. Can I call them at home and tell them what I want them to run on? After they’re elected can I knock on their door during the Sabbath and bend their ear?

That’s right, they want a day off.

But no one gets a day off anymore, you can’t make ends meet if you take your mental car off the road.

You get bullied on the internet.

You get underpaid at your job.

You can’t afford to buy a house.

But god forbid you’ve got a telephone, then all those with faux answers will implore you to help them out, to help their friends out, when no one is helping you!

That’s right, most of these calls are from “famous” friends of the candidates. Zev Yaroslavsky, do you really care what I think?

Of course not.

No one cares what I think anymore.

And there’s nothing I can do about it.

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