“I always wake up for doorbells – even the ones on TV.”
The fear-porn media are aghast that China Joe plans to send vaccine cops door-to-door to track down the vax-resistant. Much rending of garments, but who didn’t see this coming?
More importantly: Who gives a shit?
If you don’t have a ‘No Soliciting’ sign at your door, it’s because you like awnings and security doors and satellite TV – and being closed on. In the age of SnooperCops, you may want to add ‘No Trespassing.’ Making war on my own kind – the spewers of verbiage – I might append ‘No Leafletting – Save a tree, no debris.’ And my all time favorite sign, seen long ago in a TV commercial, could wrap things up: ‘No Crybabies!’
Or: You could do what I do: Don’t answer the door.
I am a certified walking antique, but I am one with the smartphone ethic: Texting is immediate without being intrusive, so if I don’t know why you’re at my door – if you just showed up for whatever reason and rang the bell – I won’t be there to greet you.
At our place, a doorbell ring is either a delivery driver – than whom none are more forthcoming, nor quickly departing – or a solicitor who has now become a trespasser and who is no doubt a recidivist leafletter. I’ll stay where I am and sustain my concentration, thanks all the same – although I may in due course disable the bell; I’ve done that in other houses.
I do the same with my phone: If you’re not in my contacts, you’ll go to voicemail until you are. Likewise email. I am avidly attentive to my work, my clients, my agenda, but – for that reason – I shun every kind of spam.
As usual, I’m the systemic solution to the topical problem, but, even so, shunning particular busy-bodies is easy if you are already habitually shunning all busy-bodies.
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