Bell is the new Rogers

I hate Rogers Communications.  I danced in the streets when Ted Rogers kicked the bucket, and I used to phone their customer service department just to toy with their feeble minds.  Today, Bell Mobility has crossed me in a way that makes me wish I could just dig up old uncle Teddy and give him a big hug.

It’s ironic that on this day of September 11, 2009, my only thoughts of panic and terror are the ones that I wish upon the cock sucking crooks that claim to offer more for less.

On July 22 I went to my local authorized Bell dealer and asked about upgrading my Blackberry.  I have the oldest one that you can still use.  I was told at that time that if I waited until August 14 that I would have a credit and could purchase a newer model at a drastically reduced rate.  Credits, yeah, we’re all supposed to get them at some point.  I was two years deep on a three year contract on August 14.

The problem is this:  Bell tells me today that as of August 1, 2009 that the upgrade policy on my plan has changed and hence, I’ve got no credits.  Shitty service and under-handed tactics were the reason I left Rogers in the first place, but this… this is the work of a true monopolizing tyrant.  Fuck you Bell, eat shit… eat MY shit.

I’d like to walk into your executive offices and start spraying bitches with a Super-Soaker full of piss.

Curtis, employee ID# 6005070, you are a slave to your imperialist father.  Thank you for your shitty customer service; you know less words than Jessica Simpson, how did you ever become a supervisor?

This isn’t over Bell, this is just the beginning.

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SL

Rogers; You Rotten Bastards

I know, I know, Ted Rogers passed away.  I shouldn’t make derogatory remarks about a dead man, so I’ll try my best.

Uncle Ted purchased the Toronto Blue Jays in September 2000.  I always thought of Teddy as more of country club kind of guy myself, but nothing could stop daddy big-bucks from foraying into baseball and eventually slapping his name up on the spaceship of a stadium we all still refer to as The Skydome.  Joking aside, Ted Rogers rescued the Jays from drifting into an Expos-esque obscurity and opened up the pocket books just enough to tease the fan-base.

Ted had money.  Lots of money.  It was never enough though, his communications (monopoly) company routinely had to cut into my livelihood as a stay-at-home publisher and ding me for “excessive” Internet usage charges month after month.  If you look beyond the shitty customer service that Rogers provided, or the “basic” cable package that just manages to cut off before TSN, or the mysterious $250 charges that pop-up from time to time, then you could say they offered a quality product.  Horse-shit!

I wonder if they teach this technique at the Ted Rogers School of Management at Ryerson University; conducting lay-offs the day your CEO dies so no one fucking notices.  You sons of bitches.

I would like to express my condolences to the family of Ted Rogers.  Death is never easy to deal with, and I bet it’s even more difficult when it involves someone that touched the homes of so many like Ted did.  Mr. Rogers was a model of success, although he had a leg up on the competition having attended the best private schools, and he was a member of the Sigma Chi Fraternity (I didn’t know we had frat houses in Canada).  Ted Rogers never failed at anything, which is ironic considering that in the end his heart did.  I’m just surprised he even had one.

In related news; Galen Weston is a cock.

SL