Tonight on the radio a voice spoke to me and said,
"We are sending soldiers to other countries to die so that you can continue to purchase Budweiser and other fine products because why the fuck should you have to change. That's freedom, bitches."
and then, when I changed the station, a pleasing country lass who'd aged a few years but knew how to sing the sweet language of wisdom, sang to me,
"Hey, your daddy may be emotionally or physically or even sexually abusive with you, who knows how much subtext I'm weaving in here, but there was some fucked up incident involving your brothers where your daddy felt like telling you that you ain't shit, but it's okay because some horny piece of desperate white trash wants to bone you, and that and only that means you have value as a female being on this planet."
Then I decided to turn it to the BBC. They, at least, would cater to a sane and sophisticated audience. But I heard this interview with Professor Linguistics MIT Dude:
"Young BBC Reporter: Professor Linguistics MIT Dude, you wrote a letter to Venezuela. Eh? Eh? Venezuela. I GOTCHA!! Feel free to give up now, Mr. Smartypants hypocrite!
Professor Linguistics MIT Dude: Yeah, well, I write lots of letters. I'm a crazy hippy professor with no need to do anything useful with myself except pester the overlords with my humble musings. For instance, I wrote to the Pentagon and told them to stop ass-fucking Bradley Manning. But they said that the anal rape was of Bradley Manning was a matter of national security.
YBBCR: AHEM! Well, erm uh, Yes, but VENEZUELA. Eh??
PLMITD: Yeah, I know. Venezuela did one thing wrong. Wow. Do you know what we do to Bradley Manning? For broadcasting a photo of US soldiers killing a journalist? What is this, fucking cosa nostra?
YBBCR: Eh, yes, well, we certainly did cover the Bradley Manning story here at the BBC.
PLMITD: Did you call me? Did you ask me what I thought about Bradley Manning? Then why the hell would you ask me about this Venezuelan girl? I wrote a letter. Obviously nothing will happen unless someone with real power wants it to happen. I'm just a yuts whose only claim to fame is that I'm quoted more times than Shakespeare but fewer times than the Bible. I don't write letters about every fucking thing. But I write a lot of goddamn letters."
Am I crazy if a frank description of the content of what the voices on the radio sounds like a description of an objectively and widespreadidly insane world, how do I know I'm not crazy?
Thank God for KPFT.