another goddamn recorded telemarketer soundbite hobbled his home telephone 

he let the message machine eat it

then when he finally got around to it  he erased it at the enunciation of its first syllable

when an entity is too fuckin lazy and cheap to employ a human being to harrass(yes he spelled it wrong -- isnt that harassing) a series of exchanges it calls

he didnt have to waste his time beyond fingering Play   and Delete

                                                                                  

they probably think theyre pretty damn clever   spraying birdshot 

no need for accuracy when youre hunting birdbrains

as a kid he didnt get it 

he never grasped or understood the seemingly  burgeoning  necessity of advertising

his Saturday morning cartoons were labored and hacked in pieces by endless assaults disrupting the continuity of his black and white characters

television ads shattered any attempt they may have hoped to instill a Want in him

 

he became a counterconsumer
that being who countered Consumerism
the same who also preferred his business transactions  face-to-face  over a markets counter 

on-line purchasing brayed fuckin convenience  How could one not 

                                                            

he couldnt  it was so utterly fuckin inhuman/e   unless ones impression of human contact(possibly right up there with vibrators and sex dolls) was an ergonomic mouse trapped under their hands  throwing toggle switches 

who do you harrangue(a relative of harrass – if one is literate) or punch in the mouth when your much-anticipated order is wrong  unfulfilling   or broken

he was nearly tempted to applaud AT&Ts ingenuity of vanquishing its Complaint Department* and disallowing their employees their last names(because he was expected to believe the first names they shared with him werent aliases  werent Company first names(Because here at AT&T were all on a first name basis(implying trust)  It doesnt get more personable than that) 

but as he reeled through employees and managers and their employee identification numbers over the hours and different days he had to spend on the telephone

those digits were ephemeral – everyone encoded or numbered – they were cold comfort to him as a subscriber -- and they ought to be  to any employees who truly paused to considered their worth within the company

but  then again  that was the Corporate  the American Way

the circle jerk of necessary employment  and devaluation
  

maybe  it is best to be a birdbrain

leave anything and everything unconsidered to those suits and cueballs who ascended by any variety of means unavailable to the cogs who actually ran the machine

 

their America was probably Acceptional

1418,  Monday,  1  6. 15 indies fifth boithday

*advised by #SM004C: now write OTP(Office of the President); PO Box 269077; Sacramento, California  95826