That number has come up on our landline (so old school!) every day, sometimes multiple times a day, for the last month. Now that I'm home and have time to pay attention to these things, the non-stop calling is starting to drive me (more) bonkers.Last week, I finally plugged the number into Google, only to find it belongs to my old pal, Ralph Reed and his Faith & Freedom
outfit!
Oh, Ralph, you scamp! And here I thought you crawled back into the dank hole from whence you came after the culture wars of the 90s—after you decimated the Christian Coalition and cozied up to Jack Abramoff in a scheme to rip of Indian casinos.
But no, here you are, calling me every damned day, telling me that Obama is destroying this country with his health care act and that big government is the devil and blah, blah, blah, blah.
It's not me, Ralph, it's you.
And that's why I've emailed the Illinois and Georgia States Attorneys' offices to report your sorry ass, first for violating the National Do Not Call list (which nobody seems to care about anyway), but second—and more importantly—just for being a gigantic, dumber-than-hell douche bag.
Because if that isn't illegal by now, then it should be.
So, Ralph, here's the deal: if you keep calling me, I'll keep calling you.
Everyday, same time, same station...until you either implode under the weight of your own crazy or I rip the phone out of the wall.
Whichever comes first.
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