If I Get One More Telemarketing Call About Barack Obama
I'm voting for Pat Buchanan.
And no, I don't give a shit about who Scarlett Johansson thinks I should vote for, so don't bother putting her voice on the recording.
If I Get One More Telemarketing Call About Barack Obama
I'm voting for Pat Buchanan.
And no, I don't give a shit about who Scarlett Johansson thinks I should vote for, so don't bother putting her voice on the recording.
If it's Scarlett Johanson, tell her "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
Technomad at February 4, 2008 6:53 PM
It was the recorded version, so I just snarled "fuck off" into the phone. Futile, but it felt good. Oh yeah, and then I dug up her address and mailed her this blog item, asking her to e-mail me her home number so I could call her at home about issues of interest to me. Tried to find her home number, no success.
Amy Alkon at February 4, 2008 7:48 PM
Makes me glad I live in a state that doesn't participate in Super Tuesday, and whose primary is so far down the line that it's unlikely anyone'll care about my vote. I get to be left alone through all this crap.
If ordinary Americans had any sense, they'd form a groundswell of protest to force Congress to include political solicitations in the Do Not Call list law. That way, only the activists and the extremist haters would concern themselves with this boring, inane presidential marathon we have, featuring the privilege of a choice between Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee.
cpabroker at February 4, 2008 10:05 PM
"If I Get One More Telemarketing Call About Barack Obama
I'm voting for Pat Buchanan."
I've got a loaded Buchanan, and I'm not afraid to use him!
SwissArmyD at February 4, 2008 10:09 PM
Over on Hot Air theres a video with Frank Luntz's focus group that are all Obama supporters and Sean Hannity asked them, "Can you name one thing Barack Obama has accomplished?" All of them were hemming and hawing and uuummmmmm? It would be funny if it weren't so sad that these idiots know NOTHING about this guy but they are willing to make him the most powerful man in the world. Amazing!
Bikerken at February 4, 2008 10:19 PM
1. He is not Hillary Clinton.
Amy Alkon at February 4, 2008 10:32 PM
Damn Amy, I wish I had thought up that one.
2. He is not over the age of 65.
John Paulson at February 4, 2008 11:07 PM
3. He does not look like any of our past presidents.
cpabroker at February 5, 2008 12:07 AM
1. He is not Hillary Clinton.
True, he has that going for him. I hate to say this, but the way things are looking right now, I think he probably has about a 90% chance of being our next president. If the repubs nominate McCain, and it looks like they will, he is going to make Mondale look like JFK. I can't get over that line I read on HotAir. "McCain standing next to Obama on a debate stage is going to look like Mickey Rooney debating Denzel Washington." A lot of Americans are way too fixated on image over substance, not that McCain has any of that to offer either.
Bikerken at February 5, 2008 12:13 AM
I frigging HATE those recorded political solicitation calls. Has anyone, anywhere, ever been convinced to vote for someone by one of those calls? And I cannot imagine who would care what Scarlett Johannson thinks about anything except maybe lipstick. And I don't care what the ignorant idiot standing on the street corner holding a sign thinks. Give me some real information, or leave me the hell alone.
I finally got caller ID a couple of years ago. If I don't know exactly who is calling, I let the call go to voice mail. I can always call someone back. It is well worth the little monthly fee.
Gail at February 5, 2008 10:15 AM
Who is Scarlett Johannson? And why is she a political expert?
truman at February 5, 2008 11:39 AM
Did you listen to the entire message and hear just who sent the obnoxious call? I ask because in my state in 2006 the Republicans spammed phones with irritating messages for the Democratic candidate in order to put the voters off that candidate.
JoJo at February 5, 2008 11:41 AM
While walking down the street one day a US senator (oh, pick one!) is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
'Welcome to heaven,' says St. Peter. 'Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'
'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.
'Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.'
'Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,' says the senator.
'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St Peter is waiting for him.
'Now it's time to visit heaven.'
So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
'Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.'
The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.'
So St. Peter esc orts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. 'I don't understand,' stammers the senator. 'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?'
The devil looks at him, smiles and says,
'Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted.
o_O
Flynne at February 5, 2008 12:21 PM
Jack Nicholson called last night to ask for a vote for Hillary...
Jack Nicholson, the movie star, the lover of women, the Prince of Bodily Solids, is selected to shill for candidates.
LA is wonderful town.
Crid at February 5, 2008 12:26 PM
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