by Max Brantley
John Brummett writes that it was the rise of the robo-call.
In case you don’t know what I mean, it’s this: Your land-line phone rings. The caller-ID strip says “toll-free number” or something starting with an 877. You know better, but pick up the receiver anyway.
It’s a robot in Blanche Lincoln’s voice inviting you to a town hall meeting on health care. It’s a robot in Asa Hutchinson’s voice inviting you to some town hall meeting against health care. It’s a robot in Mark Pryor’s voice inviting you to dial right in at that moment for a statewide town-hall meeting via massive statewide conference call.
It’s a robot in an unknown voice telling you that the Harry Reid health bill will kill your grandmother, then polling you by asking you to say “yes” or “no” as to whether you support this bill to kill your grandmother.
That was the occasion when, to my shame, I found myself screaming “kill Grandma” into the telephone as the robot kept saying “please answer yes or no.” I didn’t mean it, of course.