Moral imperative.
I abuse telemarketers all the time.
So far I’ve had several tell me that I am [expletive] evil/insane/twisted/deviant/etc.
None of them will give me their phone number.
I don’t know why.
(Might be my mentioning keeping their souls in a chalcedony jar.)
Terrorize telemarketer
Ways to Terrorize a Telemarketer
If I answer and get the machine silence, I hang up.
If a human is there, unless they quickly (e.g. quinnipiac University Poll; Field Research Polling, etc) I.D. themselves and succinctly state their business, I demand to know immediate who they are and why they're calling—then either politely or otherwise hang up or listen, depending on their answer.
If they are a persistent and “prior business relationship” caller (e.g. CC issuer pushing “protection plans”, I hang up, then immediately add the number to my auto-rejection service at the phone company.
IF I have time and inclination, I'll punk them.
My favorite was the guy pushing septic tank enzymes. In my best Hillbilly accent, I began questioning him about what the product was for and what it did, then ended with, “Septic tank? We’uns aint got nothin' so fancy as one of them thaings; we'uns jess ran a pipe down to the crick!” Dead silence, then a click.
The irony of that is that when we sold that house and bought the ranch, THIS house DID “just have a pipe down to the (dry) creek! The only plumbing was a hand pump next to the kitchen sink, and the sink drain...black plastic pipe that ended up in the gully out back. We had to install a septic tank and fresh water cisterns & pump; and I had to retrofit plumbing and electric service. We kept the outhouse for “emergencies”.