Do you pieces of shit even have anyone working today? You shuffle me around and I sit on hold for hours, you can't look anything up by my name and your representatives don't know shit. You realize that you have five different banks that do the same fucking thing and they all have the same name? And you can see my account in each of them, but only one bank can do anything about it and it's never yours? Do you comprehend how big of fucksticks that makes you people?
All just so I can ask about an 80 dollar "periodic finance charge" that magically showed up one day when you've already frontloaded the interest on the monthly payments? With no explanation.
I hope your mothers suck cocks in Hell. You ever see the end of
Fight Club? I probably just got a red flag from the DOJ with that comment, but fuck it.
This is the tradeoff we've made for huge corporations running our lives (I don't wanna sound like a socialist because they always sound like whiny bitches who are entitled to something for breathing); the low prices that these companies deliver to us because of the huge volume of business they do isn't worth the time on hold, the awful customer service, the fact that you can't call anyone directly (so no one rep takes responsibility for your problem), and the fact that the people who are controlling your credit, your finances, your digital communications, the home you live in, etc... are faceless. They can fuck you as hard as they want to, keep the pantyhose over their heads, and we're powerless before them. We are owned inside someone's database and if they make a mistake in there, it can ruin our lives.
This is progress. God, I sound like such a Luddite, but this isn't George Bailey's Building and Motherfucking Loan. We did this to ourselves and we settle for it because "that's the way it is." Fuck that, we should know better.
I'm often embarrassed by humanity's tiny hearts, but today I'm embarrassed by our tiny brains.