Walter Matthau, as a crusty Supreme Court Justice in First Monday in October: “The telephone has no Constitutional right to be answered.”
In keeping with this ruling, I tend to avoid picking up the landline: Caller ID is now ten bucks a month, but the combination of it and this handy device, despite the expense, is definitely preferable to listening to someone trying to separate me from the rest of my dollars. And yes, that includes organizations I support otherwise:
A few seconds after Jared picked up the phone, he gestured wildly to me to come over and listen to the craziness and hilarity he was hearing. A woman with a heavy hickish Texan accent had introduced herself as a representative of the NRA and asked him if he was willing to listen to a short recording. Of course he said yes. We were both intrigued at that point. I sat quietly, listening and giggling to myself, all the while making dramatic LMAO gestures to Jared and letting him do all the talking.
The 2-3 minute recording was basically a scare-fest about how we, as fine upstanding gun-totin’ Amerucuns, should be terrified that some sort of shady conspiracy business is going on right now whereby 3rd world Mexican dictators (or dictators of some other countries I don’t remember which ones) are trying to control United States gun policy. Lest that not be enough to make you shake in yer cowboy boots, that gun-hating she-devil Hillary Clinton is also personally going to come to your house and take away your guns.
Dictators, I reckon, are dictators, First World or Third; neither the location nor the accent matters a whole heck of a lot.
Still, it’s not like the NRA doesn’t have other, less annoying outreach methods. In fact, since I’m an actual member, I suspect I might be subjected to even more of them.