You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Insurance companies extorting money.
Cash cranking. Check book prying. Financial malfeasance.
Insurance company workers are modern day snake oil salesman.
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they talk about rates and coverage like con men telling me what coverage i need, what’s normal, what i have to have.
“Yes sir, you are going to need hurricane insurance. You never know when that big one is going to hit”
But I live in Kansas?
And so it goes.
Duplicity and avarice.
They take from you, they take from me, they take from everyone?
I’m not a guy who normally blasts the super power economic forces that exist in our world.
I understand there will always be a class system based on wealth. I understand there are super power-like corporate entities that generate cash off the sweat of the little guy.
“It is what it is.”
But lately, I’ve been lashing out at the corporate giant.
I’m David and Nationwide Insurance is the garbage guzzling Goliath.
My daughter wrecked my car on the 4th of July. Thankfully she was not hurt, but the car was totaled.
The insurance adjuster said, well, at least you won’t have to pay for the car or your daughter any more.
And with that I saved some money.
That was the good news in a mostly bad situation.
Then all of a sudden, I see that my monthly rate has risen by almost 90 dollars?
“Hey what gives?” I ask the representative somewhere in Charleston or Missouri or West Va.
She proceeds to tell me that they don’t have to tell me when they are raising my rates. She says the underwriter did some clandestine research on my daughter and determined there is a chance she might still drive one of my cars and because of this super secret discovery, they are going to protect themselves against the possibility that she will drive into a tree or off a cliff or into a neighbor’s yard.
“But you people didn’t even call me!” I scream into the phone.
There is silence. I am talking to a monolith of corporate corpulence.
My daughter lives in San Diego and she doesn’t drive.
“How is she going to drive my car from the Left Coast?” I ask.
Underwriters did research sir.
Research? You guys working for the NSA?
Sir the underwriters this and sir the underwriters that.
The woman cares about me and my daughter as much as a sperm whale inhaling plankton.
She talks about underwriters like they walk on water and turn water into wine.
I’m pissed.
“You all unilaterally decided to jack my rate based on voo doo science that your secret society of underwriters has decided upon…”
My words go into the phone, head into cosmos and disappear into the silent response of who cares on the other end.
It’s crickets.
“I’m sorry sir.”
Insurance company’s crank out money like Safe Way cranks out hamburger.
Insurance company’s reach into your wallet like a subway station pick pocket.
They smile in your face while they stab you in the back with secretive withdrawals on your account.
These conglomerates of fiscal power are built upon the bones of hard-working humans shelling out much-needed dollars just in case.
Just in case it rains too much. Just in case the wind blows too hard. Just in case someone backs into your fender.
Nationwide has been a reasonably professional operation to work with, but I think I’m going to let the free market system work for me.
I see a lot of commercials for a lot of other insurance companies. There is only so much money out there and each company, whether it is Geico or All State or State Farm is fighting to get my business.
Why would I continue to do business with a cat burglar of an insurance company when I can hire a new bunch of thieves who make all new promises.
I’m so sick of the corporate beat down.
If I have one house and one vehicle, then charge me accordingly.
Don’t try and slide a curve ball by me in the dark of night when my computer is shut off and the postal service is napping.
Hey Nationwide, I’m about to drop you like a saggy boob at a octogenarian nudist camp
How do you like them apples super giant insurance company thieving bastards
David is pissed. Take your Goliath gargantuan ass and take a long walk off a short pier.
Hope you’re covered for that in Kansas.
Life’s crazy™