My Ears! My Ears! or "there's no place like home"
Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007 03:31 pmIn just a few minutes I'll be heading home, and boy, do my ears need the relief. Three business days of "talk radio."
OH. MY. God. If I hear one more self-described "no spin," "straight shooting," talk radio host this week I will spontaneously combust! I cannot believe how wrong, Wrong, WRONG the majority of what comes out of their mouths is. And they're constantly going on about how awful the "media" is, with their hidden agendas and spin-doctoring. Hello. Have you looked in a mirror? YOU ARE part of the "media." Ergo, you are part of the problem. Pot, may I introduce you to Kettle?
Just earlier, I had to listen to this guy going on and on about how we can't tell Mexico how to fix their socio-economic problems, but we do have to stop illegal immigration (with draconian measures no less). So, we can't tell other countries what to do? Then what the hell are we doing in Iraq? Hmmmm? And, in the same segment, he's telling the people of Virginia Beach they need to fire their mayor and sheriff. So, it's bad to tell other countries what to do, but it's perfectly fine to tell people in other cities what to do. WTF?
Earlier in the week, I had to endure a guy (I think Paul Harvey-I'd recognize that self-important monotone anywhere) droning on about how stopping the legalizing of marijuana is a good good thing because: "Pot today is not the same as the pot from before. It's twice as potent and it causes all manner of neuroses, psychoses, and schizophrenia."
In lieu of an ear sporking, I settled for reading Pr0n during my breaks. Right here in the very same trailer with the radio. ::snicker:: It did me good to imagine what their faces would look like if they knew what I was up to. Not just any old pr0n either. The slashy good stuff. And dammit. Bone made me read SPN/FNL! I don't want or need another fandom, let alone two! At least they were short - but whoa, they were scorchin' I will link later because Bone is the first slash author ever I ever read, and she holds a dear spot in the depths of my porny little heart.