One Click Away From Being Robbed

This morning, as I scrolled through my emails looking for real mail, I came across a message from Geek Squad. The subject line was “Your subscription has been renewed for two years.” I didn’t recall having a subscription, and I was leery. Two years ago, my old computer was on its deathbed, and I was frustrated, and it is possible that I did seek some help. The cost exceeded five hundred dollars, so I decided I had better follow up.I dialed the number on the bill. I got through almost immediately and had a very clear line. Immediately, I was suspicious because the man who answered had a heavy accent. I continued the call and he led me through a number of button pushes that led to a screen titled Screen Connect Client, with two buttons : Accept, or Deny. The alarms went off in stereo. He insisted I open this screen and I asked him why he needed to get into my computer to cancel the subscription.” “I am not getting into your computer.”

“Why does it say “Screen Connect Client?”

He answered my question with a question. “Don’t you want me to help you cancel this order?”

I responded, “How can your company take orders from your end, but you must cancel them from mine?” At this point, I noticed some agitation in his voice. He continued arguing that he wanted to help me and that I should cooperate by clicking the button. I accused him of being a scammer. Now, his voice turned to anger. A legitimate customer service rep would not get angry by my questions and accusations.

“This phone call is over.” I clicked the button to end the call. I’ll deal with my credit card company, that is, if there is a charge.

Not ten minutes later, I answered a call that was identified as a scam. The caller was a male from another country. He read me a long dissertation about how I was selected to win 25 million dollars and a new Mercedes Benz. All I had to do was to follow him through his company’s procedure. I was congenial and replied that he would have to follow mine before I complied with his company’s protocol. It is simple, I said, “Go to your bank and have a certified check made for twenty-five million dollars, and deliver it to my front door in the new Mercedes.” He ignored my protocol and continued with questions. “All we need is your driver’s license.”

“I don’t have a license or own a car, so I am excited that you will give me a new Mercedes.”

“How about your Social Security Number?”

“I never applied for Social Security and don’t have a number.”

“How about a State ID number?”

“Nope, I don’t have that either. You don’t need any of that stuff. You found me at my desk over the phone, and that is all the ID you need to know it is me.”

“We have to be very careful because twenty-five million dollars is a lot of money.”

“Twenty-five million is a drop in the bucket. I am independently wealthy, and my wealth far exceeds twenty-five million.” He didn’t give up and changed his line of attack. “We can direct the money to a charity of your choice. All we need is to be sure you are who you say you are.”

“You know who I am. You were able to find me at my desk in my house.” I was getting bored with his attempts to get me to send him more info, so I ended the call.

Two minutes later he called again. “You are having fun with me right?”

“No, I am not,” and I hung up.

Big Government Inside a Bigger Government

There are times when I am very dissatisfied with my country. Today is one of those days. I had another lesson learning that big, big government is stupid and expensive. My wife Lovely has reached out to an employment agency to seek a job. Lovely is a caretaker who has practiced the art for over twenty years. She is also a degreed nurse, having trained in a USSR bloc country. All she wants is a chance to take care of someone and get paid for it. The deep blue State of Illinois has decreed that to take care of someone for pay that person must have their background checked. They are not interested in checsking her nursing credentials or her experience as a caretaker, only that she is not a felon. One step in the process is to be fingerprinted. The prints are then sent to the Illinois State Police for a clearance.

Fingerprinting today differs from when they pressed your fingers onto an ink pad and then pressed it into a square on a piece of paper. Today they press your fingers onto an electronic pad and hope the machine captures the swirls of your fingertips. It is a little like when I programmed my phone with fingerprint I.D. It took me several swipes before the program would recognize me reliably. Lovely went through this process and submitted her prints to the agency, who then forwarded them to the State Police. The State Police replied a week later that the prints were rejected. Nothing more. The job agency called her and told her that her fingerprints were rejected and would have to be retaken. Today we went back to the same approved service provider to retake them. We were bonged on the spot. “In order to retake your fingerprints I need a copy of the rejection letter and a new order.”

“Where do I get that?”

“You get it from the employment agency that originated it.”

A picture of a German Shepherd chasing its tail filled my mind. WTF? How are these fingerprints ensuring that the woman is capable of caring for someone? Evidently, the lawmakers of the Illinois Senate who wrote this law think fingerprints are important.

Living in the Fifties

A friend sent me this video and said I might be interested. Of course, I opened it and watched it immediately. He was right, I was interested, and I loved it. It is hard to imagine that a person in 2025 has the discipline that it takes to live a 1950’s lifestyle. The young woman in the video is impressive. Her attitude is that of a disciplined marine. Imagine not having the internet, a cell phone, panty hose, and a modern car. Although I believe the car she drives has been updated mechanically and is the equivalent of a modern one, except that it is better looking than any modern auto.

Another service that is different from the fifties is medical care. I’m positive that if her husband was rushed to the hospital with a heart attack, she would not resist modern treatment. However, her kids would be better educated and pass minimum math and reading standards if they attended 1950s-level public schools. Her house is large enough for her family but lacks a 2025 theater room with only a single bathroom. The taxes on her house are affordable even in 2025.

She might have a valid point and become a trend setter. I grew up in the fifties, and agree that life was good then.

Tower of What?

It has been a very long time since I posted anything to this BLOG. I finally reached a point of inspiration that ignited a desire to write. This desire may not last beyond today, but let me take advantage while the fire is hot.

Last evening I sat at the kitchen table with Lovely, and one of my Lion friends. We drank copious amounts of red wine drawn from a box, and covered many topics, most of which were forgettable. Some of the best involved Trump’s idea to take Gaza away from the Palestinians and build it into something they would desire to have. That would be no small task. After seeing pictures of the devastation, the job looks immense. Not only does it look massive, it is enormous.

The topic shifted to immigration, and I suggested that we migrate the entire Palestinian population to Greenland, where there is plenty of open space. They could live in peace with the natives and polar bears. I tend to punish people I don’t care for by sending them to icy places, especially if they live in an idyllic Mediterranean atmosphere. Somehow the topic shifted again to all the languages our government spends money on to help immigrants assimilate into our society. This is another topic, that is, one of government stupidity. Instead of spending money on teaching people to speak English we want to keep them happy by speaking in their native tongues. There are about 200 countries in the world today, and most of them have their own language. This idea sparked a new concept in my aged mind. America is like the story of the Tower of Babel. We are the tower reaching toward heaven. All the migrants are clamoring to join us to help the construction so they too can get to heaven. God sees us beginning to make some real progress and decides that He must teach us a lesson. He sends us help in the form of migrants who speak in many different languages and we can no longer communicate with one another. Thus the construction of the tower leading to heaven can not be completed.

The tap on the box of wine we were using slowed to a drip and our guest decided it was time for him to leave. As we walked him to his car, I began showing him various art pieces that hung on our walls and sparks of embers ignited new conversations until finally, he disappeared into the darkness of the night.

PSA-250120-We’ve Come A Long Way