Brace yourselves people: the post-apocalyptic world of Terminator or Planet of the Apes is on the way. And what will be the downfall of humanity? Hyper-intelligent computers? Nuclear war? A third installment of "American Idol"? Nope. The newly enacted national do-not-call list.
That's some pretty heavy stuff.
"There are towns where the largest single employer is a telemarketing firm," Hamilton says. "The local McDonald's only needs 10 or 15 burger flippers. It can't absorb thousands. Where are all those other people going to go? They're going to go on welfare."
First sign of trouble: An increase in the number of single, crippled mothers from rural areas on the welfare rolls.
So is the tabacco industry. I also don't want people blowing smoke in my face.
Amazing what you can do with averages. What they don't mention is that in reality, it's actually twenty households buying all of this crap.
The national do-not-call list, says Hamilton, makes it exceptionally easy for Americans to exercise a choice that they probably cannot make rationally.
Or, to sum up: Consumers are stupid. They will do as we say. It does not matter they think they want, we know what they really want.
SWEET SASSY MOLASSY! The price I pay for goods and services might edge up slightly. Quick, tell Congress to start repealing laws!
Shit, he can call all he wants. Ain't gonna get a dime of my money...well, outside of the money the gov't fleeces from my pockets.
Anyways, go ahead and read Chicken Little's Farhad Manjoo's article. It's most entertaining.