Listening to FOX news last night – and a re-run of the story again this morning – I’m inclined to fuss with the premise of “everyone hates everyone”.
I’m inclined to think that the communications system just allows everyone to express an opinion and all the ideas of ‘don’t get mad, get even’ are expressed and some folks use them to get even, even though it makes them mad. In a sane, thoughtful, manner, of course.
Those communications devices also allow a far greater mass of folks to get bit by the SCAM.
Westar Energy is warning customers to watch out for telephone scammers masquerading as utility employees and primarily targeting Spanish-speaking customers.
The callers claim to be customer-service representatives for the company and are prompting customers to give up personal information such as credit card numbers, spokeswoman Erin La Row said in a statement.
The scammers usually claim that a customer’s bill is past due or that a check has bounced. They also have told some customers that their meter is defective and their house could catch fire. Then they claim there is a repair fee and try to sell the customer a pre-paid money card to pay the bogus charge.
Westar Energy is the major electrical supplier in the eastern half of K
It was good to see that Tao of Pauly (sidebar, right) announcing his triumph over the mental drain of the November Write a Novel Month. His second successful go at besting the beast of self doubt.
Some day, given a computer that will withstand the rigors of mild use, I intend to do a post a day for a complete year. I was going to do the post a day for a Month challenge hosted by WordPress, but the computer put finis to that nonsense.
Still, a year extends from the day intentions are made, so I suppose I can start a month about any time and feel rewarded in continuity.
From the near neighbor file. His brother came over yesterday, opened their little shed and pulled out several feet of massed copper wire.
In case you missed it, the brothers evil were involved in the late copper caper at the abandoned, privately purchased, school house.
The dog barked and I went to the door to see his problem and he was alerting on the brother across the road. The brother saw me, dropped the wire and walked away from it. When he was sure I had returned indoors, the brother picked up the wire and loaded it into his SUV and drove away.
My truck, which was in the shop, was delivered back to me shortly thereafter and I drove the mechanic back to his place of business.
There I found the near neighbors brother unloading the copper wire into the mechanics brothers place of business. Which business only the family knows.
The near neighbors brother looked at me, looked at the wire, looked at me and such a look, indeed.
I believe, I do, that the man thinks I’m, if not his worse dream, at least the sand in the oil of his life.
From the reaches,