They asked for donations "to help strengthen the Democratic base statewide."
My husband, God love him, ripped the caller a new one. And he doesn't even read blogs (he hears about them secondhand from his crazy left-wing wife).
"Do you know where you're calling?" he said, his voice rising with a mixture of incredulity, anger and just a touch of amusement. "This is Massachusetts. The legislature is 95% Democratic. And you want me to give you my money WHY?"
He said the caller (in all likelihood a paid solicitor -- the DLC doesn't use unmanagable grassroots volunteers when you can hire someone to do the same job) was taken aback, but then went back to her prepared script.
"Look, I've never even heard of you folks, and I'm not going to give my money to you from a phone solicitation," he said. "Send me some literature, and I'll donate if I think you deserve my support for whatever it is you're supposed to stand for." And with that, my brilliant, darling hubby hung up, muttering, "Sheesh. Idiots."
And that, my friends, is in a nutshell why I loathe the DLC.
More after the flip.
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