Telephone’s Stockholm Syndrome Business Model

My good friend Dr. Mingo recently called:

“Hello, this is the Curmudgeon, if you’re a telemarketer prepare to die.”

“Just call me Patty.”

“Mingo? Is that you?”

“Yes, I just signed a new cell phone agreement. You’re right. We’re all victims of Stockholm Syndrome.”

How times have changed. Mingo used to tell me all about how bitchin’ his new phone was and laugh at the pathos of my archaic assemblage of flip phones and calling cards. Alas, the phone companies have worn him down. The thrill is gone.

To help Mingo regain the joy of being screwed, I present OzzyMan’s review of the iPhone 7 (NSFW):

P.S. You might want to hear my ruminations on the subject at The Unbelievable Lightness Of Kicking Jackasses To The Curb and The Best ISP / Cable Ad Ever.

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