As I sip my Saturday morning cup of tea, my mind wanders back to some of the events of the past week. I’m at the age where I am neither surprised nor shocked by anything that happens these days. It’s all just the world we live in.
Like Prometheus, I am not allowing myself to get worked up over this most recent Bush scandal (we get a new one every week, don’t we). That they have been collecting telephone records of some 250 million Americans on the pretense that they are looking for patterns of terrorist communications is only the latest violation of our civil liberties undertaken by this bunch. If Hitler had the technology I’m sure he would have done the same thing, petty dictators all being cut from the same cloth.
When they get to my phone records—and they will—all they’ll find will be lots of calls home to Mom. At 5’3” and 80 years old, she hardly terrorizes anyone these days.
Rummaging through my old blog entries, I realize I advocated for a solution to our problems more than two years ago, but nobody listened. The chorus has turned up the volume since, however.
As if two of them wasn’t bad enough, the Boob-in-Chief has the audacity to think his younger brother would also make a good president. God help us all! Who do they think they are, the Kennedys?
The new White House mouthpiece has stuck his foot in it already. Ward Sutton thinks it’s time they just make the whole arrangement official anyway.
Say, did you catch that David Blaine underwater death-defying act this week? Yeah, neither did I. Every time I hear his name I involuntarily grasp for my pillow and blanket. He has yet to answer the question, “Why?” More than one of us has noticed.
Can we please (oh, pretty please with sugar on top) put an end to all the idiot “shock jocks” who have turned commercial radio into an ocean of verbal diarrhea? Will anyone in the corporate-controlled, multi-station-owning media empireocracy wake up and recognize that this garbage that tries to pass for entertainment is the lowest form of life on the planet? This weeks firing and subsequent arrest (yaaaaay!) of Power 105.1 DJ “Star” here in New York came after a tasteless and racist on-air attack against the family of a rival DJ on Hot 97 (a place with its own sordid history). Memo to station owners: find a new format and target INTELLIGENT listeners.
Meanwhile, my favorite station—the best one in the New York market in my opinion—is holding its pledge drive. Log on and give. (Yes, that’s a plug.)
Finally, if you thought sprinter Justin Gatlin was fast, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Brotha done got even faster! There’s a new World Record in the men’s 100 meters and he owns it.
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Do you ever listen to air america radio? Ever listen to the Randi Rhodes Show? Funny stuff. She despises Bush.
I have not listened to Air America. It is broadcast on an AM station, WLIB, that previously had an urban/Caribbean format, as well as a weak signal. They have had a hard time catching on here for many reasons, and are also about lose their lease arrangement with that station. See this article.