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The Event Verizon: How the Military Industrial Complex Tried to Kill The Daily Discord

The Verizon Event: How the Military Industrial Complex Tried to Kill The Daily Discord
Pierce Winslow

I awoke earlier than any human should, scraped my scurvy ass out of bed, cleaned the pool, showered, and bulldozed through 45 minutes of Philly’s best combat traffic (in my universe Route 476+276+202=666). Then, right after resituating myself in my vexatious chair, my personal annoyance device (PAD) vibrates right next to my nads at 7:30 AM.

It’s probably the Ghetto Shaman trying to make bail again. I answer the call. Mrs. Winslow informs me that Verizon has just shut down our internet connection with a Martin Lutheresque bitch-note posted where my home page would normally appear. The account is suspended. Now there are only links provided where you can go to rectify this situation. Several links later, they all say I have to call and speak with someone (foreshadowing?).

Set the Way Back machine to about two-years ago. When I signed up, the agreement required that I enroll in automatic payment. Some time later I tried to have them switch to conventional billing—you know, where you actually get a bill instead of the leaches attaching themselves directly to your bank account like a lamprey, but they would not have it. Who could blame them? Anyway, the leach-attached account has plenty of cash. There are no new cards, or expirations, or other such obstructions. What the fuck could go wrong?

So I get on the bank’s web site: Verizon hasn’t hit the account in about three months. OK, so I’m behind, way behind. One would wonder why I never got an email, or a phone call (they are a phone company, right?), or a snail mail bitch-note, or maybe one of those Martin Lutheresque notes threatening my life from my web browser.

Verizon Beautiful People

Time to call Verizon…

Take 1:

I call the FIOS Internet service number, as listed on that Lutheresque bitch-note. I’m greeted by a friendly, sexy sounding computer who assures me that she can help with my account, but she needs the phone number about which I am calling. Uh, this is the internet service number, right? So I hit #2. Then she wants my account #. Being at work, I don’t have it. Not that I would have had it at home either, because they have never sent me a bill, so I punch #2 again. OK, now she’ll accept my phone # as verification (even though it’s not through Verizon). I am transferred to Billing…

A real human being picks up the line. She speaks English! The agent cannot tell me why they stopped billing me. In fact, she says that I have never been on automatic billing, but if I want to sign up for their oh-so-effective automatic billing I can do so once this is all resolved. I wanted to debate the overall effectiveness of said automatic payment, but in a very effective, deflective manner, she got me off of their fuckup and onto how I can pony up three dollars on top of the amount due to use their over-the-phone payment thingie to get this problem resolved. She gives me the 14-fucking-digit account number and transfers me off to some third-party, not so sexy, phone, computer, payment thing (after giving me the “correct” FIOS Internet service number in case I need to call again (more foreshadowing?). I enter the 14-fucking-digit account number. The not so sexy system reads back the 14-fucking-digit account number. It’s correct, so I hit #1. The bitch tells me that she has no idea who I am and to go away. Lovely.

Call Verizon, Take 2:

I call the new and improved FIOS Internet service number. The same sexy computer, ironically, tells me once again, how she can help me with my account. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice…uh, we won’t get fooled again!

Hitting the same magic numbers at the same prompts, I get to another human being who, after my recanting the whole tale, judgmentally tells me that she will conference me into the not so sexy, phone, computer, payment thingie, and she will enter the information on my behalf (because a 42-year-old, 164 IQ software engineer making about four times what she does can’t handle that). A few glip, schschsch, beep, beep, beeps later, the service agent says I’m in and I’m on my own and gets off the line. Did I mention that she gave me yet another “correct” number for FIOS Internet support?

Anyway, what’s the first question the not so sexy system asks me? “How much do you want to pay?”

After all of the hoopla, I don’t know.

I am really good with numbers. I can memorize someone’s credit card number in about 30 seconds to a minute (awesome bar trick, especially when it’s time to settle up). I also have 623 flying monkeys that I am preparing to unleash on Verizon headquarters, as we speak. Anyway, I believe that human being #1 had said that the overdue amount is ~$119, so I enter $125. The system says everything is OK so I get on with my work day. After that stress, I bulldoze back home through 45 minutes of Philly’s best combat traffic to the comfort of home.

While on the line with them, both the first and second human beings promised me that four hours after the payment went through (11:30, yeah it took that long), the service would automatically be restored. I expected that the service would be restored by the time I got back home, six hours later (fool!).

Verizon Beautiful People

My oldest daughter greets me with a hug and a kiss, and proceeds to complain to me about the mean woman on the computer who won’t let her play any Wubzy games. The woman in question is an image, on that Lutheresque bitch note, of some anorexic blonde, standing, working on a laptop with one hand while holding it in the other (like that’s realistic).

Lovely, Verizon’s fuckup is costing my Baby Face quality Wubzy time. I release the flying monkeys…

Call Verizon, Take 3:

I call the new, new and improved FIOS Internet Service Number. The same sexy computer greets me, telling me how she can help with my account, and asks me for the phone number I’m calling about (this is the internet service number, right?). I did the keypad hokey-pokey (not the McDooris variety), and got back to billing where I proceeded to tell Winston the story of Alice’s Restaurant Massacree, in four part harmony, with full orchestration…anyway, so he gives me yet another correct FIOS support number, and I’m being transferred to…wait, I’ve been disconnected.

Verizon Beautiful People

Call Verizon, Take 4: (they must really value my call, because they keep me calling back)…

After all of the same bullshit, again, I find out this is no longer a billing issue since the payment went through, and it is now a support issue. She’ll transfer me.

At this point I had switched to my cell phone (AT&T thank you very much). It’s much more mobile while doing dinner, bath, pre-bed, posting bail for the Ghetto Shaman, etc. I’m hearing static on the line. I don’t get static on my cell phone at home. There is a cell tower about 200 yards away. I could throw my phone at it and hit the damn thing, which I was about to do. The tower is cleverly disguised as a tree, by the way. Granted, I have never seen a Douglas Fir with branches only at the top and pumping out 80,000 μW/cm2 of RF Radiation. I’m waiting for my neighbor, Cleetus, to try cutting it down for Christmas. Anyway, I’m being transferred overseas (the Kobyashi Maru has set sail for the promised land)…

Verizon Beautiful People

I end up talking to Dipti (yeah, US-based support has shut down for the day). He asks me for the phone number…GOD, um VISHNU DAMMIT! I go through the whole thing again and the phone gets silent….for a minute or two (no exaggeration)…he asks me again about the phone number… *sigh*… He can see my account, but he can’t do anything about it (another fine product). He’s going to transfer me to FIOS Internet support (isn’t this the “correct” number?).

After being on hold for, I don’t know, forever and a week, I was greeted by the friendly, sexy sounding computer, who assures me she can help with my account. I ‘bout threw my phone through the window.

Verizon Call, Take Xanax…er, I mean 5:

Yet another new and improved support number. This time it is one intended for Verizon engineers. There is no voice or anything available here, except who I should call when I cut into a customer’s electric service (mental note…).

Verizon Call, Take 6:

Some guy asks me what state I live in.

Take 7:

Take 8:

Take 9:

TAKE FUCKING 10…

Come on, Cleetus. Grab an axe! Christmas is coming early this year…

I bailed. I had a beer, a shot, played a certain relevant George Thorogood song and got the kids bathed and to bed.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than any human should. I scraped my scurvy ass out of bed and checked the laptop. There was a DNS error: that’s actually a good sign. I bring down the entire network, bring it back up, and I’m greeted with The Daily Discord when I open the browser. Reading it made me want to go back to bed. Have you actually read some of that shit? *shudder*

Verizon Beautiful People

So what is the lesson here? The best I can come up with is the Military Industrial Complex is trying to shut down the Daily Discord, or maybe Wubzy. I’m sure it’s one of the two. I mean, really. How stupid can these people be? They built the largest fiber-optic network on the planet as well as one of the largest wireless networks—not to mention they have one of the largest bank balances on the planet. They have more cash and power than God, Allah, Buddha, Vishnu, and the Ghetto Shaman combined. I spoke with people named Marianne, Dipti, Winston (who the hell has a name like Winston?!?!?), Caneeshwa (I’m sure I spelled that wrong), and Ming Lu (wasn’t that a dynasty?).

It’s a world-wide conspiracy! But that 15 megabit fiber is soooooo sweet. Now that it’s working, I’m almost sorry I encouraged Cleetus to try chaining that fake Douglas Fir to his pick-up truck tonight.

I think they’re fucking with my post right now. We don’t have people this beautiful.

Cocaine Found in Paris

Cocaine Found in Paris

Paris, FR—Paris Hilton was arrested last night after French police conducted a strip search of the debutante in the French capital last night.  The Hilton family heiress was, according to French police, hiding a large quantity of cocaine in her person.

When asked what a baggie of cocaine was doing lodged in her privates, Hilton responded, “That’s not mine.  The vagina is in mine, sure, but I haven’t been up there myself in some time.”   She then added, “I have people for that.”

French police were also highly offended by where Paris Hilton chose to insert a sizeable replica of the Eiffel Tower.

“Oh, that,” said Hilton, “I think I picked that up at the Parisian Palace last week in Vegas.”

Hilton is now reportedly suing Las Vegas for false advertising.

“Isn’t their motto supposed to be ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?’  I don’t think that means it’s supposed to be forcibly removed by strange men in uniform in another country!”

Reportedly, Hilton later told friends and family how the items were placed there in an eerily similar manner.

I’m Sure You Made a Valid Point Somewhere, Crank: We Have People Working on It Now

Mick Zano

Winslow usually won’t post a rebuttal of a rebuttal, but I know what he drinks.  OK, Crank, why can’t Rep. Boehner and Speaker Pelosi both be bad for America?  I would like to see the Dems lose the house just to see Nancy Pelosi sit the hell down.  She is one of the singularly most ridiculous figures in politics today.  And, in 2010, that’s an astounding refudiation.  Anyone who says “the best way to create jobs is to extend unemployment benefits” needs to turn in her gavel by the end of the work day.  You must do it during business hours, of course, because it won’t slide under the door.  But getting Boehner (OH) to replace Pelosi as the next Speaker of the House is kind of like replacing Edith Bunker with Reverend Jim from Taxi (am I showing my age?).Whereas I never support stupidity on either side of the aisle, you steadfastly support your local moron.

You made a statement on the mosque issue when I disagreed with the majority of Americans.

You said, “Don’t you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

The whole point of the article was how the majority can be wrong, not just most of the time, but all of the time. Misinformation was used effectively in Nazi Germany too.

I can hear Goering now, “The majority of Germans support the construction of concentration camps, yet you oppose them?  Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?”

But who needs 1930s Germany? Look no further than the people who chose VHS over Beta, IBM over Mac, and Jordin Sparks over Sanjaya.  Heck, we even chose Bush over ‘anyone with a pulse’ in ‘04.  Oh, that’s right Kerry…er, never mind.  The majority of people, when subjected to a wide array of misinformation (otherwise known as Fox News), can get it wrong every time.  After a few more Tea Party rallies the majority of Americans will believe Obama’s a Muslim, he was born in Kenya, and Sanjaya will probably end up on a celebrity no fly list (CNFL).

I still believe, Sanjaya!

Your only argument that comes anywhere near the mark is my position on the mosque debate.  I certainly sound like “the anointed one” on this score.  But here’s the thing, we must pick and choose our battles wisely.  Defending the Constitution against Sharia Law is a MUST. Solidarity with Danish cartoonists to defend our 1st Amendment rights is worth any backlash.  On the shadow side—brought to you by those fighting Foxeteers—we’ve got Christian fundamentalists burning the Koran, and the terminally misinformed protesting a mosque (a trumped-up story created to score nothing more than political points).  It’s not just wrong, it’s dangerous.  Being fodder for Al-Jazeera, stoking hatred unnecessarily, and increasing suicide bomber lines for bull shit is a good way to further damage the freedom and security you supposedly hold so dear. 

What the right’s demagoguery on the Cordoba mosque really represents is a lack of seriousness in the war on terror. They are playing right into the Jihadists’ hands.

—Andrew Sullivan The Daily Dish Aug 14, 2010

Currently, Fox News is the 24/7 mosque debate channel.  They invented it, they spun it, and now they are scoring political points with the unwary.  And, as for yours truly being Mr. Spock, exploiting anxiety and negative emotion is not the ideal way to live long and fatwa.

As for your stirring piece on, yours truly, “taking the opposite position of the vast majority of Americans” …well, even when I didn’t get most things right, I always wanted an aristocracy of some sort.  An aristocracy doesn’t have to be a bad word.  To some degree, you always hire someone you think will do the best job and let them get to it, or, in Obama’s case, go golfing.  Putting everything to a vote is great way to get things wrong.  Why is this, you ask?  American citizens may be great at whatever they do, but are they the best to decide every foreign, domestic, and economic decision we make?

OK, by a show of hands, should we emphasize international environments to allow domestic development as the Soviet Union remains concentrated on other emergent situations, which could allow China to stabilize East Asia for the predictable future?

Good luck with that.  Another shining example of Hannity’s America.  At least the wise have a firm grasp on how much they don’t know.

The only truth is in knowing that you know nothing

– Bill S. Preston, Esq., quoting some textbook, requoting Socrates

Besides, popularity contests get Palins in office. Do you know who my High School student class president was?  What an asshole! OK, not really, but I had a cool high school, but most of em’…wow! At the end of the day, if we put everything to a vote, Rupert Murdoch is now president.  Good luck with that too.

As an integralist, I differ from traditionally liberal views quite often.  So I ask again, do you have any position where you stray an iota from the Fox playbook?  And you still don’t think this is a coincidence?  Especially taking into consideration their track record in recent years?  80% of Fox’s listening audience believes all of their bullshit.  This is the problem.  It’s that Pavlov’s blogs thing again…

Oh, and I did offer a solution about Fox News (See: John Cusack).  Kidding.  After his statement about Fox this week, I’m glad I got his doppelganger interrogated by the Riverhead Police Dept a few years back (long story, but damn funny).  The 1st Amendment demands we leave Fox alone.  Just move it to Comedy Central where it belongs.  So ultimately, Crankko it’s not stupidity, it’s misinformation.

Of course, “Stop blaming Bush for the economy” is the Fox mantra.  Sure.  But here’s some simple non-Foxinian mathematics: after the 1929 collapse, what did the economy look like in 1931?  It took 4 years before the beginnings of an inkling of a recovery started.  The stock market followed the same pattern in 2008 as in 1929 and only stopped, just shy of the very bottom, after TARP and the spendulus arrived on the scene.

No one on either side of the aisle was going to let this country slip into the abyss without at least trying Operation Monopoly $$$.  Bush started it, Obama continued it, and unless a truly independent party was involved, which it wasn’t, this was all inevitable.  Besides, if all of our car companies tanked at the same time (The Crank Plan) then who would make our tanks? And, of course, the Chinese, during a ground war in Asia, would be happy to sell us spare parts for our Hummers, right? They own that now, remember? Aren’t Republicans into security anymore?  Sure they are, they’re just not good at the whole connecting the dots thing.  But a depression would do wonders for our security, right?  Maybe Bin Laden would feel so sorry of us, that he’ll pull that Mission Accomplished banner down from his cave mouth.

If Republicans had won in 2008, they would have done the same thing, but they would still be saying “deficits don’t matter,” so you wouldn’t be worrying as much about pesky things like “reality.”   Well, at least not until the next Dem arrived in office.  “Holy shit!  Look at these deficits!” Give me a break.

Then I get this graph from the Crank via email.  It states the stimulus cost more than all 8 years of the Iraq war.

First, I wasn’t for the stimulus (certainly not to this extent).  Second, the majority of economists agree the stimulus averted a depression.  Third, the Iraq war was a huge chunk of cash, the combined cost of which is only slightly under the stimulus, and why did we go there again?  What did it accomplish?  Oh, yeah, it helped Iran, and Al Qaeda.  That’s good right? They’re our allies, right?

The Bush tax cuts rocketed our deficits more than any other single item.  Add to it one extraneous war and the housing collapse (which Bush may not have caused, but certainly presided over) and, well, my boy Fareed said it best:

The simple fact is this: all the Bush tax cuts were unaffordable. They were an irresponsible act of hubris enacted during an economic boom. Conservatives thought they would force us to shrink the government. But with Republicans controlling the White House and both houses of Congress, did reduced taxes cause reduced spending? No, they led to ever-increasing borrowing and a ballooning deficit.

—Fareed Zakaria, Newsweek, Aug 1, 2010

The Fox Business Channel has never mentioned this simple, yet stunning fact, and they never will. And you say I have no solutions?  Your solution is to vote in a guy, twice, who tanked us, and then demand a depression.

“Sorry, but I believe my poor voting record indicates that I should receive a depression with my Happy Meal and, well, I’m kind of stuck in this jobless recession, so I was kind of wondering if I could downgrade?”
The stimulus was a reaction to a cluster fuck—granted, it went overboard—but it was a response, not a cause.  The Iraq war was part of the cause—part of why the spendulus was spawned!  It’s like bitching about the nuke that diverted the planet killing asteroid because all the radioactivity now in the stratosphere.

Then, for the cherry on the sundae, you said, “Obama IS the worst president ever.”  Where did you hear that, I wonder?  Hmmm.  First off, Obama’s currently ranked somewhere in the middle, but who’s counting. Fox is never having to check your numbers.  Besides, if Obama continues to slide he’s likely to be a one-term president.  Sorry, but voting in the worst of the worst for two terms and not learning anything from one’s mistakes is more of a Republican thing.

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Ask The Ghetto Shaman

Oh Great Ghetto Shaman,

I have been told that when your ears ring, it means that someone is talking about you behind your back. What does it mean when you get that little bit of pre-puke that coughs up into your mouth sometimes?

Thanks,

Intrigued

Dear Intrigued,

It means my…*ahem*…*ack*…excuse me, is a little too big for your mouth.  Sorry, but this line comes from a long oral tradition.  Oh, and that can make your ears ring too (or so I’m told).

The Ghetto Shaman

P.S.  Kidding, of course.  Pre-puke is the Harbinger of Hurl.  There is an old Olmec saying, “Allow the spew to drink more brew.”   A wise and noble race…

One More Time…with Feeling! A Zano Rebuttal

The Crank

Dear dear Mikkie, First I wish to thank you and your family for a wonderful weekend. I especially enjoy the blue lips I now have from the fucking Martianic oxygen levels you  billy goats have ‘up mountain.’ “Hey Crank, what are the perfect things  for a fat, old, oxygen starved gorilla with two knee replacements to do?  I know, let’s walk a lot, eat a lot, and climb some stairs too!  Just because I usually win the argument is no reason to try to finish me off.

Your latest drivel is a milestone in all things drivel; it’s uber drivel. Fast acting uber drivel, which also sounds like something I saw on an infomercial once.  All your—uh, ummm—work, so to speak, was at least fast at getting my pump going enough to redden my lips again. Our conversation over overpriced wine and microscopic desserts was mind numbing. I am amazed you have the guts (not balls, your sister’s got balls) to print it!

Ben Quayle is correct-Obama IS the worst President in history. Not because all he has done is not correct the Bush Abominations. That’s your story.

Here is a list of fuck ups:

  1. Appointing know nothing idiots to posts they know nothing about, and have no real experience in. 30 of them. In a row. All failures. Some down right dangerous. A first ASSistant that manages to infuriate more people on his own side than even I do. A Science Czar that thinks Star Trek is real (Live Long and Prozac). An economic Czarina that looks WAY too much like Fred Flintstone and is ironically sending us back to the Stone Age. A Car Czar that didn’t ever hold a real job (right out of school—a real Zano special). A Czar in charge of education who wants children in K thru 8 to be taught the wonders of homosexuality. It is the parents job to permanently fuck up their children’s outlook on sex, like your Grand mother did with me (twitch-twitch-blink-blink).
  2. Treating Healthcare Reform more importantly than the current “Bush inspired” economic crisis. And then, fucking THAT up. So much so, it WILL be repealed at most, or left with no funding at the very least.
  3. Taking the current crisis at the border as if it were just another political football. Uh, Mik, do you think that the fact that there is “a dry-sandy space” between Mexico and the US will deter the drug cartels from moving north? It will not. It is already happening, but you wouldn’t know it, living in the “rarified air” as you do. Oh yeah, I see them walking up to the border now, and being bounced off the ‘Mikko Force Field’, shaking their heads and returning to Mexico. Stop drinking while watching Star Wars re-runs, you are getting reality confused with fiction.
  4. Having the same disease as you do, that is thinking that “if the majority of Americans do not think exactly as I, they must all be wrong, and are too ignorant to see so.” Hey you bearded human beer sponge, do you even realize how ridiculous that sounds? Probably not.
  5. Watching the economies of Europe fold up like a Yugo in a wreck with a moose, all the while espousing their economies as the ‘way to go’. Weez aint blind Mikkie, weez jus’ stupid.
  6. Taking the exact opposite stance to the vast majority of Americans on EVERY important subject. See items 3 & 4.
  7. Because of all the above, American corporations are now sitting on three trillion dollars in their pockets, and not spending a dime, grinding any real recovery into the ground just like you did with your last three poorly maintained cars. Why? People now see the real costs of Crap & Trade, Obamacare, Repeal of the Tax Cuts, new Taxes and fees, the general cost of the interest on trillions of dineros in deficits and the general imbecile-like fascination with unions, as maybe a bad thing? His whole agenda is jobs killing. Just reviewing this shit, Winslow fired two more contributors and three more editors.

In closing Mikko, all the world is not Bush’s fault—a large portion, yes, but all, no. Realize the potential of another fuck up before it’stoo late.

Crank This.

CHRISTIE/CRANK IN 2012

CHRISTIE/CRANK IN 2012
Two Angry Fat Bastards, One Shared Belief: “What Part of F-ing Broke Don’t You Get?”
PAID FOR BY FRIENDS OF FRIENDS OF ACQUAINTANCES OF CHRIS CHRISTIE FOR PRESIDENT