Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Where's that do-not-call list when you need it?

I'm starting to hate politics even more than usual. For the past several nights, campaign auto-dialers have been calling my home during dinner, interrupting my meal in order to play pre-recorded campaign tripe urging me to vote for so-and-so in the upcoming primary. I'm keeping a running tally: Any politico who phones me at home is earning his opponent an automatic vote from me.

So David Dewhurst, listen up. I gave you a shot. For a while you seemed like the only one operating in Austin with a lick of sense. But then you got on board with Tom Craddick's latest scheme, and that soured me on you pretty much. Your phone call last night clinched the deal.

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