Diary of a Mad Editor

The other day I was reading this story about debt collectors. Basically, debt collectors are whining because they don’t get any respect. I was as bemused by this as the reporter who wrote the article seemed to be. Having had my own run-ins with debt collectors I’m not sympathetic to their plight. I recall one woman saying to me over the phone while I was still battling cancer that she “didn’t care [if I] fucking died.” Yes, debt collectors will lie, threaten, scold, berate, humiliate you. They will call your friends and relatives at home and at work.  They don’t care about you or whether you even owe the debt legitimately since all you are to them is a name in a file somewhere. And they depict debtors as lazy good-for-nothing deadbeats who are trying to skip-out on paying a legitimate debt rather than unfortunate individuals who have simply fallen on hard times. While fat cats can skip town on bad investments in Branson real estate and investment bankers can blow there wads on junk investments, collect a big payday from the government as a reward for fucking up the economy that helped drive those small debtors into debt in the first place, it makes me scream when some bottom-feeding scumbag tries present themselves as a victim. Guess what? Their attempts to go on a "charm offensive" will fail.