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“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”

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Anyone who has been following this story that I posted about a few days ago, (here if you missed it), will know that the European Union bureaucrats made an attempt to steal the savings of the Cypriot people right out of their bank accounts.

With at least one eye on their chances of being re-elected, the Cypriot parliament rejected the proposal out of hand. The proper thing to do no doubt, but there is also no doubt that this will not be the end of it. Indeed the fallout continues.

Western governments are desperate because of the financial mess that they and their bankster accomplices have created. And desperate governments are known to take desperate measures to try to patch things up.

Look out for more attempts by these governments to steal your money, whether it be in the form of savings in the bank, government bonds, stocks or in pension plans. Nothing is safe from the clutches of these thieves.

The goings on in Cyprus has already proven their intent and alarm bells have begun to sound among those who are awake and paying attention. The bureaucrats’ attempted money grab has already sparked off suspicion and panic throughout Europe and elsewhere as to the amount of trust people can have in their governments.

Even among the financially stronger nations the trend is clear. In Germany, for example, a recent opinion poll showed that the majority of Germans do not trust their leader, Merkel’s, pronouncements that their money is safe in a bank.

Throughout Europe those who can are moving their money to offshore locations away from the thieving hands of their own governments. Big corporations, including US corporations, are doing the same. It has already happened in Ireland and Spain and France and, to a lesser extent, in the UK too.

What a sad commentary on how these stupid politicians and bureaucrats have mismanaged our affairs.

Will it hit America as well?

That depends just how stupid the political administration in Washington really is – which is perhaps a kind way of saying, please err on the side of caution if you are an American citizen.

The $ as a currency will probably be okay for a while, despite the humongous debt that Obama is piling up, but eventually it will become impossible to print their way out of trouble.

All those highly paid morons and herd followers called ‘money managers’ who work for the various funds that you entrust your savings and pensions to, and who do little more than buy up T-Bills with it, may find that their strategy is going to backfire. Like the banksters, however, they will still charge you a fee for looking after your money whether they invest it wisely or lose it all.

But whilst the bureaucrats will never be able to figure out how to run an economy – their, “take more and more taxes out of less and less income” strategy will never add up – eventually the penny will drop with the good citizens and they will waken up and realize they have been completely shafted by incompetent politicians and greedy banksters.

Then the brown stuff will hit the fan – big time – and people will get real mad. And then the powers that be will have no choice but to turn on their own citizens if they are to cling to power. Preparations for this started under Bush and now Obama has added even more legislation to make this possible.  

It is a rather bleak scenario, particularly for those who choose to ignore what is happening around them. But whether it happens in one year or another five, if the politicians and bureaucrats do not wise up – and their is little sign of them doing that especially when they have yet to realize how incompetent they are – it will happen.

So start to think seriously about your own circumstances and what you can do to protect what you have from thieving governments. Or just settle down and get another 40 winks assured in the knowledge that those in Washington, Brussels, London and Berlin know what they’re doing.

Cyprus ATM

Cyprus ATM

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“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”

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We all happen to be living during a time when there are great advances and changes being made in the way we live our lives. Some of them are to our benefit, other not so much so.

Politically and financially the world is in turmoil. There is an accelerating and inevitable shift of power and influence towards the east, with former great powers like Britain and America declining in their influence and their economic might.

Perhaps that is a natural phenomenon, after all as they say “every dog has its day”, but I happen to believe that a lot of it is due to stupidity and mismanagement allied with a self-defeating philosophy that the west somehow has a duty to police the world and to create nanny states for its citizens where they will neither have to work nor want.

Technologically there have also been many changes and many more to come. During the past twenty years with the advent and growth of the internet everything has changed, from the way we interact socially, to how and where we work, and how we manage our affairs whether that be banking, shopping or whatever.

What a lot of these changes mean is that future generations will have no idea of how our lives used to be. Already many of us who have lived through the changes have forgotten how we used to have to do things. What would it be like trying to explain the ‘old days’ to a generation with absolutely no point of reference to the world we were born into?

To remind you of how it used to be here is a list of some of things we have known and lost, consigned to the rubbish bin of history. Feel free to add your own items to this list of things that your grand-kids will probably never know.

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Libraries as a place to get books rather than a place to use the internet.

Dewey Decimal System

Finding books in a card catalog at the library.

A physical dictionary — either for spelling or definitions.

Reference books such as phone books, encyclopaedias

Finding out information from an encyclopedia.

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Having to manually unlock a car door.

Looking out the window during a long drive.

Using a road atlas to get from A to B.

Getting lost in a world without GPS.

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Being able to add and subtract without a calculator

Long division and multiplication

Trig tables and log tables.

Slide rules

Slide Rule

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House phones

Phone books and Yellow Pages.

Rotary-dial telephones.

Pay phones.

Phones with actual bells in them.

Answering machines.

Fax machines.

Not knowing who was calling you on the phone.

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Super-8 movies and cine film of all kinds.

Betamax tapes.

Video tapes and renting movies

Inserting a VHS tape into a VCR to watch a movie or to record something.

Laserdiscs.

8-track cartridges.

8-Track-tape-Player

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Casette Tapes

Vinyl records. Even today’s DJs are going laptop or CD.

CDs and DVDs

Playing music on an audio tape using a personal stereo.

Taping songs off the radio

A Walkman.

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Rotary tuners that scanned the radio dial and hearing static between stations as you went through the ether.

Shortwave radio.

CB radios.

Rotary dial televisions with no remote control. You know, the ones where the kids were the remote control.

Waiting for the television-network premiere to watch a movie after its run at the theater.

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DOS.

The buzz of a dot-matrix printer

5- and 3-inch floppies, Zip Discs and countless other forms of data storage.

Booting your computer off of a floppy disk.

Tweaking the volume setting on your tape deck to get a computer game to load, and waiting ages for it to actually do it.

Counting in kilobytes.

Joysticks.

Having to delete something to make room on your hard drive.

Waiting several minutes (or even hours!) to download something.

When a ‘geek’ and a ‘nerd’ were one and the same.

NCSA Mosaic.

Netscape

Alta Vista

Being able to get a domain name consisting of real words.

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Cash.

Writing a check.

Doing bank business only when the bank is open.

Shopping only during the day, Monday to Saturday.

Being able to buy something in Walmart that isn’t made in China

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Privacy.

Being able to take a drive or walk down the street without being surveilled on numerous cameras

Not knowing exactly what all of your friends are doing and thinking at every moment.

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Carrying on a correspondence with real letters, especially the handwritten kind.

Neat handwriting.

Spelling

Grammar

The fact that words generally don’t have num8er5 in them.

Typewriters.

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Putting film in your camera

Sending that film away to be processed.

Having physical prints of photographs come back to you.

Film_Strip

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Vacuum cleaners with bags in them.

Ashtrays

Roller skates, as opposed to blades.

Ashtray

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“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”

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I haven’t had a rant for a while, so one is long overdue. Here it is.

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I’m sure hardly anybody noticed, but last week the bureaucrats in Washington effectively shut down the web site Intrade for US citizens. Intrade was the popular web site that any adult, including Americans, could use to wager on the future price of certain commodities, like gold or oil.

Effectively the bureaucrats have now made it illegal to solicit Americans to buy and sell commodity options contracts unless they are listed on an exchange registered with them or on one designated as legally exempt by them, and they have taken upon themselves the power to regulate nearly any commodity-related activity unless Congress provides a specific exemption.

Of course the politically well connected investment banks and hedge funds into which the great and the wealthy put their money can carry on as before speculating on the price of everything from pork bellies to platinum and manipulating gold, currency, oil and other markets. The recent MF Global scandal really puts that beyond reasonable doubt.

Intrade is just the latest move by the bureaucrats and the thought police to restrict the freedom of American citizens. Not so long ago it was the online gambling websites, then New Zealand based Megaupload was targeted, then banking in any offshore jurisdiction, now the Ireland based Intrade, and tomorrow, well, who knows.

Maybe the ever sensitive morons in the thought police will try to stop you reading blogs critical of their asinine bureaucracy? Oh, oh, gulp!

The way they are acting is nothing short of a complete perversion of the concept of a government with limited powers. But are the liberals, who should be in the forefront of upholding such principles, falling over themselves to defend the ordinary people?

Not likely.

If and when this type of interference happens in China or North Korea or somewhere similar, they are rushing to get on to their high horses to condemn and ridicule.

But back in Washington they are busy trying to create an inefficient and bureaucracy-ridden nanny state that they know will necessitate clamping down on individual choice and freedom, if it is to even stand a chance of making it look as if it is working.

To add insult to injury the bureaucrats make their usual claim that they are taking these steps for “your own protection”.

Why is it that the steps the bureaucrats take in the ”public interest” never seem to turn out to be in my interest or in the interest of anyone I know?

By the way, in case you are wondering, I have never used Intrade, it’s not my kind of thing and I don’t know enough about that field to speculate with any consistent degree of success.

But I would appreciate the freedom to make up my own mind on the subject, instead of having the faceless and less intelligent bureaucratic thought police dictate the decision for me.

We all know how successful the Volstead Act was at the beginning of the last century, but the bureaucrats learn nothing from their mistakes. And they never will, because their desire is not to do what is right or just or even sensible, their desire is to create an ever growing bureaucracy which they control.

Home of the brave? No doubt about that when you see the young people who are willingly putting themselves in harm’s way to help to defend the nation.

But land of the free? No siree, not no mo!

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“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”

There was always something wrong with the phrase “All men are created equal”.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a wonderful aspiration but it’s just not true. Yes everyone should have an equal chance to do what they want to do and have equal rights, which I think is really what the phrase is meant to say.

But for better or worse people are not created equal. Some are academically gifted, but they couldn’t screw in a light bulb! Other people can wire up an entire house or building effortlessly, but academically don’t perform. There are people with natural practical skills and people who are exam passing machines. One isn’t better than the other – just different.

Sadly western society’s answer to the fact that we are different is to try to make us all the same and that just does not work. In Britain for example, the government’s answer was comprehensive education. Piling everyone in to the same classes, where no one could learn faster than the dumbest person in the room. In the US there is little financial incentive to attract talented teaching staff, without which the standards in schools cannot progress, quite the reverse in fact.

On the other hand, for many years in communist regimes where everyone was supposed to be the same, those who had a talent, whether athletically and otherwise, were given far greater encouragement to development than the rest.

If you have a gift or talent for playing a musical instrument like the violin or piano you should be allowed to study in a specialist music school. If you have a gift or talent for academia you should be allowed to progress through university, get your PhD and cloister yourself away doing research that may or may not have practical applications that you will never realize. If you have practical skills you should be encouraged to learn a trade to enable you to earn a good living doing something you are good at and enjoy. And if you have an entrepreneurial flare you should be assisted and encouraged to create companies and employ people, not hampered by stupid bureaucrats who try to enforce even stupider and unnecessary government regulations and restrictions on you.

And so on, and so on.

All this can be illustrated, as can most things, with a graph called a normal distribution curve (sometimes also referred to as a “standard deviation curve”). This is just a fancy name for a graph that shows that the vast majority of people are relatively close to “normal” in that they conform more or less to a standard, whether that be IQ, height, weight or whatever.

standard deviation curve

Take intelligence for example. At one extreme end of the IQ scale (say less than 1% of the population) you have the Einsteins and Mozarts whose gifts in their respective categories are well beyond the norm. And at the other end of the scale you have the people who do not express a talent for anything. Certainly not anything productive and useful.

These are the people who invariably are employed by the government and big corporations and who quite often unnecessarily make our lives a misery. We have already looked at some examples of these people in this blog, and will no doubt do so again.

On the other hand there are people like the painter on the scaffolding whose dumbness serves, perhaps to frustrate a little, but mostly to entertain.

Our late friend from yesterday, George Carlin, expressed the problem very well. George said, “Just think of how stupid the average person is, and then realize half of them are even stupider!”

Here are a few other examples.

There was the guy, identity unknown, who in 1976 made the most unsuccessful hijack attempt ever. On a flight across America, he rose from his seat, drew a gun and took the stewardess hostage.

“Take me to Detroit,” he demanded.

“We’re already going to Detroit,” she replied.

“Oh… good,” he said, and sat down again.

Or the three British men who, in August 1975, were on their way in to rob the Royal Bank of Scotland at Rothesay, when they got stuck in the revolving doors. They had to be helped free by the staff and, after thanking everyone, sheepishly left the building.

A few minutes later they returned and announced their intention of robbing the bank, but none of the staff believed them. When they demanded 5,000 pounds in cash, the head cashier laughed at them, convinced that it was a practical joke.

Then one of the men jumped over the counter, but fell to the floor clutching his ankle. The other two tried to make their getaway, but got trapped in the revolving doors again.

And just in case you think I’m just picking on the unfortunates in the US and UK, what about 52-year-old Walter Schoegl, the drunk bank robber in Mainz, Germany, who tried to hold up his local bank armed with a water pistol and a potato peeler, and with a stocking over his head?

He demanded cash, but left with nothing after the bank teller told him that the bank had run out of money.

When he was arrested about five minutes later he was still wearing the stocking on his head.

And finally, a short scene showing a similar kind of bank raid. It’s from the 1989 movie “Three Fugitives”, if you haven’t heard of it or seen it, it’s well worth a look.

“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”

 

We talked before about banks. I have a feeling they will feature from time to time in a blog like this because nothing and no one has done more to mess up the lives of ordinary decent people.

On a national scale they have lost fortunes, used their political influence to make even stupider politicians bale them out with OUR money and without our permission, and are now proceeding to lose another fortune, whilst at all times paying themselves huge bonuses for their incompetence.

 

On this occasion I was in my local branch. The branch where I set up my accounts. The branch where they know me, and have done for years. The branch where I visit, maybe once a month now, it used to be a lot more frequently but what with internet banking nowadays there isn’t so much need to go there in person.

But that day I’m in the bank, in person. I have two accounts, a current account with check book and debit card and a savings account also with a debit card. Both debit cards are identical except for the numbers.

First order of business that day was to lodge a couple of checks into my current account. Somebody had actually paid me for doing something. Hurrah!

I handed over the current account debit card and the checks and the girl behind the teller’s counter logged everything in, I signed a deposit slip and she gave me the card and receipt. Easy-peezy!! (Not sure how to spell that, but never mind.)

I wanted a little bit of cash too. So I took my savings account debit card out of my wallet, set it down on the counter and told the girl, the exact same girl, what I wanted.

“Do you have any I.D. ?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“I need to see some form of identification,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Hello,” I said. “H-E-L-L-O!!! It’s me. I’m here in front of you and have been for a while. You remember I’m the guy who just deposited those checks into my account?”

Thankfully she remembered. We were getting somewhere.

Or were we???

Nope, I guess not. She still couldn’t give me my money without some ID. And of course I hadn’t any on me, never thought it would be needed for a little job like this.

There were other customers waiting to be served, but I didn’t care. I felt compelled to try to expose the absurdity of what was happening as best I could.

I took a small step back from the counter.

Then I took my current account debit card out of my wallet again and placed it in my left hand. I did the same with my savings account debit card, only placing it in my right hand.

I held up my left hand clutching the current account card, explaining what it was, and said to the girl,

“Now you know who I am, right?”

She agreed. She couldn’t see what was coming next, dear help her.

Then I put my left hand down by my side and held up my right hand, this time clutching the savings account debit card, and explaining to her what it was.

“Now you don’t know who I am, and I need ID before you can do anything, right?”

They may have been eager to get on with their own business, but most of the customers seemed to enjoy the demonstration. Even the guy at the other teller’s window stopped what he was doing and watched, smiling. I think he’d been through a similar experience.

I had brought the whole bank to a standstill.

“Sorry, I don’t understand,” the girl behind the counter said.

A few of the other customers could be heard giggling.

That got her flustered, but she tried to go on, by way of attempting to explain this totally pointless and idiotic supposedly security procedure.

I interrupted her.

“Look,” I said. “I have been a customer of this bank, in this branch for more years than I really care to remember. You know who I am and you’ve known who I am for years. But now, because some half-wit in your head office has sent you a sheet of paper with an “I need to see ID” box on it that has to be ticked, all of a sudden you don’t know who I am. Have I got that about right?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t know the answer. In fact she didn’t even know there was a problem that needed an answer.

The morons they put in these jobs nowadays are only trained and capable of ticking a box, not thinking outside one, to apply a little common sense to a situation.

The only place I was heading with this girl was smack dab into one of those stupidity loops I talk about from time to time. “I need to see ID. I haven’t got ID with me but you know me. But I need to see ID. No you don’t. Yes I do…..”

I shook my head, put my cards away and turned round to apologize to the folks in the queue I had kept waiting. They were all fine about it. There were even a few mumbles of “It’s fine”, “no problem”, one guy even said, “forget it they’re stupid in here anyway”, and away I went.

I didn’t go very far. Outside the bank I found an ATM and stuck my savings account debit card into it. Thankfully the ATM machine knew me without ID. I smiled into the camera, pointed at my face and mouthed the words “It knows me”. I pressed a few buttons and hey presto, got my cash.

I think the world is a poorer place when the only sensible things you get to talk to are machines, but sometimes you just don’t have a choice!

 

 

Have you had similar experiences? Send them along. Let the world know what is happening before it is too late.

“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”

 

The bureaucrats and the morons who help to run the absurd show in which we all unfortunately star at times, can and often do make one’s life a completely and unnecessary misery. Hence my blog. We need to start to fight back!

But the trouble is these idiots don’t even stop hassling you after you are dead – well, not you, of course, but your loved ones that you have left behind.

If you haven’t made a will and keep finding excuses not to, stop with the excuses and make one today. You can always change it later if your circumstances change (lottery winners contact me immediately!). If you don’t leave instructions as to how your estate is to be split up, what is to be done with you possessions, etc., then it will just be leaving a mess for your relatives to sort out. There will be a multitude of morons waiting to pounce to make their lives difficult. And it will mean increased lawyer’s fees too.

Oh yes, and cancel your credit card as well – before you die if you get the chance!

Why do I say that? Well read this story. It didn’t happen to me (well, of course, not I’m still alive and writing this blog for goodness sake!). What I mean is it didn’t happen to anyone I know, and unfortunately I don’t know the origin of the story otherwise I would happily source it. But here it is anyhow.

 

In January 2007 an elderly lady died. Her bank, a world renowned bank, (Citibank it was) however decided to bill her for February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card. Naturally, being a greedy bank, they added late fee penalties and interest on the monthly charge. The balance, which was $0.00 at the time of the old lady’s death, now became somewhere in the region of $60.00USD.

A family member telephoned Citibank and what follows is a transcript of the conversation. It may make you smile at the inefficiency, stupidity and intransigence of the employees at the bank. On the other hand it will probably make you cringe.

 

Family Member: “I am calling to tell you that she died in January.”

Bank: “The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply.”

Family Member: “Maybe you should turn it over to collections.”

Bank: “Since it is two months past due, it already has been.”

Family Member: “So what will they do when they find out she is dead?”

Bank: “Either report her account to the frauds division or report her to the credit bureau, maybe both!”

Family Member: “Do you think God will be mad at her?”

Bank: “Excuse me?”

Family Member: “Did you just get what I was telling you – the part about her being dead?”

Bank: “Sir, you’ll have to speak to my supervisor.”

Supervisor comes to the phone:

Family Member: “I’m calling to tell you, she died in January.”

Bank: “The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply.”

Family Member: “You mean you want to collect from her estate?”

Bank: “Are you her lawyer?”

Family Member: “No, I’m her great nephew.”

(Lawyer information given)

Bank: “Could you fax us a death certificate?”

Family Member: “Sure.”

(fax number is given)

After they get the fax:

Bank: “Our system just isn’t set up for death. I don’t know what more I can do to help.”

Family Member: “Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep billing her. I don’t think she will care.”

Bank: “Well, the late fees and charges do still apply.”

Family Member: “Would you like her new billing address?”

Bank: “That might help.”

Family Member: “Odessa Memorial Cemetery, Highway 129, Plot Number 69.”

Bank: “Sir, that’s a cemetery!”

Family Member: “What do you do with dead people on your planet?”

 

 

Have you had similar experiences? Send them along. Let the world know what is happening before it is too late.

 

I may not need to but, of course, I’m going to say more, that’s the whole point of doing a blog.

I hate banks! Here goes….

 

My friends tell me that I have an interesting life and I suppose compared with some of them that is true. I have various business interests and I spend a lot of the year abroad. It all depends what you consider interesting. There is a flip side, as there always is, you don’t get to be a home with your family so much.

But interesting as my life may be from time to time, more and more of it is being wasted because there is far, far too much arse-holery and stupidity about these days. And that’s what I resent.

That’s what this blog is about. Highlighting the buffoons and idiots that plague the lives of ordinary decent people who are just trying to get on with their lives, their jobs and their businesses.

 

I had a frustrating few days on the telephone with my bank a while ago, and it’s a good illustration of what we’re up against.

Long story short, I was going abroad for a while, and before I left I had put some money in what my bank called “a branch saver account”. This account earned a miserly amount of interest. It was better than nothing (just about) and the money could be easily and quickly transferred to my current account in whatever amounts I needed and whenever I wished to do so. And everything could be done online, no problem. It was all set up.

So, now I’m in another country, where few if any speak English, and I go online to have a look at my bank account. Fine and dandy, the two accounts are there and the amounts in each are correct. But where’s the button to link the saver account to the current account? I needed to do that before I could transfer from one to the other. And I needed to transfer money! It was nowhere to be seen.

Eventually, after searching the bank’s website and reading the faqs page, I got the number of the technical department responsible for linking up accounts. I cheerfully phoned it to tell them my problem and ask them to link up my accounts.

Sounds easy, right?  Even an idiot could do it?

No, please!

If the idiot I spoke to could have done it I wouldn’t be writing about it here.

You see, whoever set up the saving account didn’t type in my name exactly, and I mean EXACTLY, as it appeared on my current account – same name, but one account used the full name and the other just my surname and first and middle name initials. Something like that anyway.

Same address, same zip/post code, same everything else. But the name was not written in ….E-X-A-C-T-L-Y…. the same form, and that turned out to be a BIG, BIG problem for the ill-prepared and poorly trained jobsworth who was on the other end of the telephone. (There are plenty of them in every big company nowadays as I’m sure you are well aware – I am, because I get to talk to them all the time!).

If I was asked one security question I was asked dozens. We had to go through that procedure to talk about the current account, which was fair enough, and we talked about that and how I needed the button to appear on the website so I could link to the other account.

The fellow I was talking to seemed to grasp that bit, and I then started to explain about the other account (please remember BOTH were shown on my online banking page, they just weren’t linked together yet).

“I’m sorry, sir,” he said to me. “But I am unable to discuss any other account without first of all going through the security protocol for that account.”

“But it’s there on the page in front of you,” I protested.

“I’m sorry, sir, but bank procedure states that…..blah blah blah.”

In other words he would not even discuss the savings account because I had gone through the security checks for my current account. This poor fool just could not figure out that ‘I’ was still ‘me’ and that the answers to the security questions would be the same.

“Ok,” I said, thinking it would save a bit of time. “Let’s quickly run through the security check for the savings account, so we can talk about it.”

And we did. It was just the same list of questions that I had already answered for the current account.

“What’s your date of birth?” says he.

“Just the same as it was five minutes ago, although I feel a lot older,” says I.

“Huh???” says he, bewildered by the sarcasm in my answer. “Your date of birth, sir, I need your date of birth….security regulations…….blah blah blah.”

There were boxes printed on the idiot sheet the idiot was reading from, and they really needed to be ticked or the world would end, this guy’s anyhow. So we went through the whole procedure, same questions, same answers, and when we were finished I explained again that this was a savings account.

“Oh yes, I see that,” he said, as if the thing had just magically appeared in front of him and hadn’t been there all the time. Someone really should invent something for telephones like the thing you use on MSN to give the screen a good shake.

I went on, “You see I need to transfer from this account into my current account…..”

He interrupted me. “I’m sorry, sir,” he says again. “But I cannot discuss your current account. At the moment we are logged in to this account.”

You see what was happening?

Yes, that’s right.

I was caught in a stupidity loop!!!

I tried to explain that the reason we were logged into this account was because, according to him, we needed to do that to talk about the transfer procedure to the other account that we had been talking about a couple of minutes earlier.

But in his empty head, stopping talking about the first account and starting to talk about the other one meant that we had logged out of the first account.

I knew what was going to happen next but I said it anyway, just to be sure.

“Ok, let’s log back into the other account.” And we did, date of birth etc., etc., etc., but when we had, (you guessed it too?), yes, that’s right, we couldn’t talk about the second account again.

For a few minutes I vainly tried to explain to this moron that he had misinterpreted his security brief and that in a case like this when he was having an uninterrupted conversation with someone who had all the necessary security verification for both accounts it was alright to talk about them both. And that the whole point of the call wasn’t to discuss what was in the accounts, just to put the frigging button on the web page to enable me to link and transfer.

But this fool was having none of it and persisted with his nonsense. Rules were rules. Common sense was an unknown quantity as far as he was concerned. In his brainless head it just couldn’t be done.

I asked to speak to a supervisor. He reluctantly agreed. I was put on hold. (I’ve got very good at Windows version of spider solitaire, which I did while I was waiting. Not much of a plus I grant you, but you have to cling on to something.)

When he came on the phone it was evident that the supervisor was a member of the same family of idiots, because he couldn’t do it either. Then the supervisor called his supervisor, and so on, yeah, unto the supervisor of all supervisors, but the stupidity was endemic within this bank. Not a single one of them had any sense at all. Unbelievable!

Eventually another solution was offered up. Show up in person at my local bank branch, with passport, utility bill and inside leg measurement, etc. No use explaining that would mean a 10,000 mile round trip at a very expensive time of the year.

Finally the supervisor of all supervisors told me I could write to “customer services” at head office, send a certified copy of passport, notarized letter, and wait for them to write back, which they could only do to my official address thousands of miles away in another country.

When I heard him draw the words “customer services” like a sword, I knew the game was up. Those are the final two words on the idiot sheets that these morons are given as a guide when talking to customers. I was fed up with these brick walls anyway.

I hung up.

What to do next? I still needed access to my money. I decided the best thing was to phone the branch where the account had been set up. Back on to the bank’s website for the phone number. This bank was in the UK and in recent years some other moron had decided that it would be much more efficient to handle calls to the bank via one catch-all telephone number. They all do it. There’s no such thing as phoning your local branch anymore. It is very annoying. And despite what their time-and-motion man may have told them, very inefficient.

So I found the catch-all number and phoned it. This time I didn’t get an English moron. Oh no, this time it was an Indian moron in a call center somewhere deep in the Asian sub-continent. It soon became obvious that they had given him the same idiot sheet as the people I had just talked to in England.

I only needed a phone number for my local branch but, boy, oh boy, oh boy, we didn’t half need security questions first. Same as before, name, date of birth, inside leg measurement…

He was quite polite and all that, but would he give me the phone number of my local branch? Not a chance. He would take the details and then someone would call me. My patience was at an end. I didn’t waste too much time on him, just thanked him for being another idiot and hung up.

 

If you’re interested, I did eventually get the phone number, there are always alternate ways and means. Spoke to a guy I knew well in the bank and he sorted everything out inside a couple of minutes.

You would imagine that it should be easy to outwit the chronically moronic, but in practice it isn’t. There are so many layers of them to fight your way through. For one thing it takes time and a bit of lateral thinking on your part, and for another the satisfaction level is minimal because you know in your heart that the people you have managed to get the better of aren’t even smart enough to realize that they and their equally stupid systems have been outwitted.

So I don’t know who really won that round. I thought I had, but thinking back and writing about it now, maybe I didn’t.

 

 

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