North Korea Nukes give way to Busted Phone Lines

I am back. This was going to be my North Korean nukes rant. Fucking George W. Bush! That is something I find myself loathe to write, but he has brought this shit on himself. I hate writing that, but I have never been a GW Bush fan. I will go into it all later. Suffice it to say, something more immediate and trivial (in the grand scheme of things) has come up. Again, I want to reiterate, especially for those that know me, I am no raving liberal. I am a libertarian, if I had to politically label myself and believe in minimal government, so to bash Bush, George W Bush, is not something I do lightly. Unlike that cunt performer and whiner extraordinaire, Barbara Streisand.

But today my pet peeve is my fucking phone line. For the third time in three years, my phone line has gone dead. It all started in 2004, in January, when Bell fucking Canada (how many times will I use the word "fuck" today?) "gave" my phone number away. It was not like the number was new to me. I had had it since 1993. Then one Monday afternoon the phone goes dead. I call their service/technical/repair department and instead of getting right on my problem, they attempt to upsell me a warranty plan. Fuck that shit! I have a problem with a former monopoly's service and they try to upsell me! What the fuck is wrong with this picture? Anyway, the tech comes and it is a cold, snowy day. The problem is outside. He asks if I want to know the problem and tells me that they gave away my number. I was pissed.

Anyway, last year about this time of year, on a Saturday, the phone line again, goes dead. This time I have to call Rogers (I had since given Bell the fuck you by switching to Rogers or Sprint). They get a Bell tech to come out on the Sunday but the asshole does not come with the proper tools. Fucking incompetents and I cannot seem to get away from them. Rogers rents the lines from Bell, so Bell is charged with maintenance. After much screaming at both Bell and Rogers, they promise to send a tech out on the Monday evening/night. The dude arrives at about eight and has to put in a proper phone box on the outside. He clips the old outside wires and rewires a new lead into the house. He was a nice guy, so I have no issue with him and it worked after all was said and done.

Here we are a year later and again it happens. I do not know if it is outside or inside. My guess, considering all my jacks are out and I cannot get a dial tone in any of the ones I tried, is that it is an outside problem. At the very least it may be somewhere between the outside and the inside. In any event, I am pissed. It is really a trivial and minor inconvenience, what with cell phones, but still is it asking too fucking much to have the land line work as it is supposed to? I mean, fuck, they make the phone a neccisity instead of a luxury but can they get the thing to work without problems?

It is sad that I have chosen to comment on that piece of mundane life, but I figure the nukes can wait. They ain't going anywhere for a little while yet. Perhaps, I can chide the North Koreans to drop a nuke on us here. That way my telephone problem would be solved. I agree it would lead to other, and bigger, problems. Of course, I would not be around to have to deal with them, so....it works for me!

By the way, I believe the "fuck" count for this post was nine. Anyway, if anybody calls me and I do not answer, do not think me rude but I did not get the call or message. Ciao! Oh yeah, a congratulations to my buddy Neil (Dr. Neil) as he and his wife, his wife actually, gave birth to a baby girl on Monday afternoon. Ciao, again!