Clear Channel jams the frequency of Air America. I'm sure of it.
My Saturn factory radio broadcasts liberal voices all the way from South Florida, but once I hit the Space Coast's county line....nothing but static.
Jammed.
As a political junkie living in the vast Wasteland called Central Florida, I'm hopelessly...
...Hooked on Blue.
I crave my political fix, so...
I'm forced to listen to Right Radio.
Ingraham...Hannity...Limbaugh.
I draw the line at O'Reilly.
Think waterboarding is torture?
My skin crawls as these playground bullies pontificate the hateful Rep agenda...droning on and on and on. I often punch the radio off in total disgust or attempt to "tune in" my South Florida connection, working the scan like the dials of an old transistor radio.
No alternative to Stop the Madness.
Then I remind myself.
Listening to the Right Red Helium Balloons is sort of like spying on the other team.
My fortitude was aptly rewarded Thursday when a die hard Rush fan phoned Limbaugh and called the radical wingnut a "mouthpiece for the Administration."
Nothing gives me more pleasure than when the fan base turns rabid.
In the words of the infamous Jackie Gleason, "How Sweet It Is."
My hopes are, with the Dems now in control of Congress, Clear Channel will rescind jamming all liberal air waves in my conservative area and actually pick up the bankrupt Air America.
Give me my Al Franken.
I want, I want...I need, I need!
Because if political philosophy walks like Red and talks like Red, and that's all a community hears-day in, day out-well, in the minds of the sheep, all thinking must be Red.
Not Red, White, and Blue.
Broadcast the Blue.
Let the deprogramming begin.
And Awaaay We Go!