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From: bobn@bmcg.UUCP (Bob Nebert)
Newsgroups: net.consumers
Subject: Re: Telephone mailing lists (flame)
Message-ID: <2007@bmcg.UUCP>
Date: Mon, 25-Nov-85 13:03:43 EST
Article-I.D.: bmcg.2007
Posted: Mon Nov 25 13:03:43 1985
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> 
> > I have the right to call any telephone number in the phone book. (That's 
> > why their is a phone book). You have the right to hang up on me.
> 
> Fine(as long as you define a "right" as anything you can get away with without
> fear of being arrested). So what's your problem? I have the right to tell you
> to go to hell and to slam the phone down, right? What's that? You demand that

You sure do have the right to tell me to go to hell and slam the phone down.
And maybe after recess the teacher will give you milk and cookies.
God your going to have fun when you get to the second grade.
What do you do when a commerical comes on tv during your favorite show?
Hmmmm lets see.  (screams at tv) " What! how dare you invade my privacy
with ads for worthless shit I don't need. (grabs tv and does a Darrel
Dawkins slam, just like the phone, "Take that, invade my privacy will you".





> I be "polite"? You want me to say "Sorry I took so long to answer the phone,
> but I was asleep. I'm afraid I don't want any of the worthless shit you're
> selling. I'm sorry I wasted your valuable time." Sorry, Bob, you can't have
> everything you want.
> 
> > If you
> > don't want your privacy invaded, a. Dont have a phone  b. Unplug it when you
> > don't use it.
> 
> I see. You admit that it's an invasion, but say "Hey, that's your problem.
> I don't make the rules, I only abuse them."
> 
> You're an even bigger asshole than I thought.
> 
> 			Scott McEwan
> 			{ihnp4,pur-ee}!uiucdcs!mcewan
> 
> "A flash in front of my eyes ... I blink ... open my eyes to ... discover I am
>  a dog in a pickup truck full of garbage ... no one but me sees the lid blow
>  off the can ... it's 14 miles to the dump ... this is ... at last ... heaven."

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