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[RANT]
When Verizon sent me a letter that said the "4G" phone my wife had
been using wasn't "4G" enough for their network, they offered to
sell me a new, improved, and more sexy instrument that was
guaranteed to solve the problem - for about $240 dollars. The fact
that the "new" instrument was *ALSO* "4G" was, AFAICT, supposed to
serve as a lesson to junior executives-in-traning that the lower
classes will believe anything: a party favor they could joke about
while swilling their "Stirred but not Shaken" martinis and laughing
themselves to sleep every night for a few months.
Having helped Motorola to dispose of dated inventory at a nice
profit - just like RCA and Tung-Sol and Sylvania and all the other
makers of vacuum tubes had talked the FCC into reassigning the
Eleven-meter Amateur Radio band to the Citizen's Radio Service, just
before transistorized designs were to be made available, so that
they could help to push out millions of CB sets that ran on their
soon-to-be-worthless inventory - Verizon then reconfigured it’s
network so that the "Range Extender" I had bought for hundreds of
dollars when I moved to the high country, where mountains are a dime
a dozen, but usable Verizon cell towers are nowhere to be found,
became inoperative. The fact that I capitalized their business,
saved them the on-so-plebian task of actually building a reliable
network, and paid for the Internet connection that made it possible,
well, that just proves that I'm in the lower classes, where ordinary
people think that the current crop of corporate executives are
drunken, avaricious tools whom kneel before their betters.
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