January 30, 2009
There’s a Sucker Born Ever Minute…..

What is the old saying attributed to P.T. Barnum ….. “There’s a sucker born every minute”? If you listen to WRVA 1140, then you have probably heard the Consumer Resource Network’s come-on talking about $10,000 new home foreclosures, which when purchased would only have a monthly payment of $75. If you call their 800 number, then they’ll send you a “Free List” and you’ll be on your way to securing one of these fantastic incredible bargains.
Having heard this commercial several times during this week, I found myself yesterday at a point and place where I had a pen handy and the time to make the call. Whipping out my ever present cell phone, I dialed the 800 number. Once connected with “Philip”, he asked for my first name. I complied. He then asked for the Zip Code where I currently lived. I complied. Next, “Philip” asked the area in which I wanted “to buy” my next home. I replied the Richmond, Virginia area. “Let me just put that into the system”, cooed “Philip”. ”Philip” then informed me I had over 1,800 choices within a 50 mile radius. My heart began to race like Ralphie in “A Christmas Story” thinking that this Holy Grail of “Free Lists” would soon be in my possession.
”Philip” staying on script then asked “May I have your billing address?” Beep beep beep whoa back up the truck. “Billing address” I countered stunned “I thought this was a “Free List?” “Oh, sorry” replied “Philip” and back on modified script he continued to extract all my vital information which I can now be assured will have me being bombarded at my e-mail address and cell number with more bogus offers and scams. See, “Philip” had been leading up to asking for a credit card to handle $1.99 (or was it really $199) charge for the processing and handling in order for me to receive my “Free List”. Despite my protest that I was not about to give out a credit card number over the phone, especially a cell phone, where the transmission may be intercepted by whatever Big Brother sinister ears that may be operating out there, “Philip” remained steadfast and continued to push for my credit card. I countered “Just give me access to the website and I’ll enter my card info then.” “Philip” searched through his list of replies for objections and continued doggedly pursuing his Holy Grail which was my credit card info. When an impasse was finally reached, I told “Philip” that just as I had been notified that my call was being recorded, I wanted him to know I had been recording the call, too. “Excuse me” said “Philip”. “Oh, yeah” I said “I just wanted you to know that I am with the Attorney General’s office here in Virginia and you will be hearing from us.” Ah, my smile of the day.
Anyway, later I did log on to the Consumer Resource Network and found for about $40 a month you can receive their “Free Lists.” Since the copyright for the site is 2009, I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts that this is just one more “aggravator” sites like RealtyTrac extracting potential buyer info that they can then repackage and sell to helpless desperate Real Estate agents in need of some buyers. You have been forewarned, now go enjoy your day. Oh, BTW, I’ll let you know if I get some mystery charge on my cell phone for some supposed service, which can be tied to the Consumer Resource Network! More BTW…that 1,800 number “Philip” used is actually closer to 400. All of these foreclosure sites count every public notice publication in their numbers, which is then picked up my the MSM and reported as fact.
Someone asked me yesterday, if I was ready for the Super Bowl. Frankly, no. Since I have been around for the 42 other Super Bowls, this one, like most Super Bowls, won’t matter much to me. I am not sure who is even playing. Maybe I’ll watch it, maybe I won’t, but I certainly am not building a day around it. 



Since my undergraduate days, I have known about the curriculm of St. John’s College in Annapolis. Their curriculm is based upon the 100 greatest books of Western Civilization, as seen by St. John’s. Over the years, I have promised myself many times that I would attempt their challenge. A few years ago, I tried to engage son, Stuart, in joining me in this personal “Odyssey.” In order to pique his interest, I needed to jump ahead to the mid nineteenth century with Huck Finn. What I had hoped would be a lively exchange between us over one summer vacation turned into my daily badgering of him to see if he had read any of Twain’s masterpiece. I can’t remember if I finished my re-read. I know Stuart didn’t.