As November rolls around again, it’s the return of campaign season.
The ads and social networks are a cesspool of delusion and madness.
I can avoid them as best I can.
But my phone?
BING! BING! BING!
You’re not campaign volunteers. You’re goddamned parasites.
I turned off text alerts and vibration last week.
When do I look at my phone, I Report Junk on every campaign text.
And then go back to what I was doing.
I’ll turn it back on when this year’s shitshow ends, the credits roll, and the pundits throw shit at each other during the post-credits scene.