Robo calls peaked (I hope!) yesterday afternoon, clocking in at the rate of 1 per hour.
Robocalls are amazingly cheap, and I can understand why desperate campaigns turn to them to invade the homes of voters.
However, these calls did their candidates no favors, and not only because I hate them with an unreasonable and uncontrollable passion.
When I was a Deval Patrick delegate, I greeted automated prerecorded telephone messages from the campaign with equanimity and attentiveness. I had after all enlisted for exactly this sort of thing.
This year I have signed up with no one. Your messages are profoundly not welcome.
By the way, my spouse is out of town at the bedside of a very sick relative, and we would prefer that the phone line be open. Not that you care.
The only saving grace for these campaigns is that I did not listen to these messages, either because I deleted them or because they were inaudible or incomprehensible.
So I know that Mike Capuano and David Rogers called on behalf of somebody, but not who. Those of you whose messages began in mid-sentence or were drowned out by static or distortion (yes, robotic), or blank did not get what you were paying for.
So the stench of your desperation and lack of regard for us did not attach to any particular candidate, just to the whole process.
Be glad, because if I had taken the time to figure out who was making these calls I would have been sure not to vote for any of them this morning.
PS Kudos to the Healey campaign, who hit on the novel idea of having a volunteer call us personally. No foul.
