Right-wing hoaxters Jacob Wohl and Jack Burkman face a proposed $5 million fine from the Federal Communications Commission for the racist robocalls they deployed during the last election.
”In an 11-page notice, the FCC alleged that it had counted 1,141 unlawful robocalls to wireless numbers, just a fraction of the roughly 85,000 numbers to which robocalls were allegedly sent, according to a separate lawsuit against the pair. The commission proposed a fine of $4,500 per call.”
$4,500 per call times 85,000?
A $382,500,000 fine sounds pretty reasonable to me.
Wow - funny how this million pound shithammer came down after Trump was out of office. Poor planning, guys. Their lawyer’s only comment was ,“I get paid first.”
You know, I overheard in a hipster coffee shop that Wohl and Burkman are going to have several books thrown at them.
(Just now on Twitter, I actually made a happy little sound when I saw his name was trending–I’d come This. Close. to following Wohl because reading his inept arguments in support of Trump was good for my soul. Then he went and got banned, and the light in my world dimmed a little. Well, between this news and its being Taco Tuesday, it feels like God is in His Heaven and all is right with the world.)
Why does TPM have no news on the House’s approval of both the bipartisan infrastructure and the reconciliation infrastructure bills, after the morning articles belly-aching about the “moderate” Dems?
Just every little now and again, I think the tide may be turning against the GQP and their idiotic henchmen who think that they are entitled to do any damn thing they want.
Eh. How long does FCC have to wait before selling the debt to a collection agency?
And can said collections organization monetize recordings of the calls and in-person service?
(That might cover the $5 million by itself.)
You know, I’ve learned the universe has no meaning but what we assign to things, and there is no mechanism that confers justice on people, and that things don’t often make much sense. I can handle that. But it was always important to my peace of mind to believe that eventually snot-nose punks get too smart for their britches one too many times and land in serious trouble. So if I smoked cigars, I’d be lighting one up around now and puffing contentedly, secure again in the knowledge that these jackasses owe the gummint five million bucks I’m pretty sure they don’t have. That can’t be good for their morale.