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I remember listening to public radio all the time back in the 90s when I was a kid. I thought it was cool to listen to the electric jazz show on Friday night and those funny car guys on the weekend and the opera now and then. There was liberal crap injected here and there, but not like now. Just like with the public school system, they don't try to hide it anymore that they're commie sympathizers and elitist leftist scum. "Brought to you by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation...and by viewers like you."
Funny how everything public (government-funded and big donor-funded) has gone so far to the extreme left, and no one noticed or cared until recently.
Yeah, I agree. PBS used to have some good programming and the liberal agenda was quiet or subtle enough to be tolerable. Now it's just blatant and they have to talk down to their moronic audience of safe space denizens.
All true. When I got my first programming job, back in the Eighties, I used to put on my headphones and listen to their classical music programming while I worked. There was the occasional liberal "news," but it was easy to ignore.
These days...my ultraleft sister listens to NPR religiously [sic]. That's all anyone needs to know.
I have a feeling the car guys may have been conservative. Prairie Home Companion too, just in a sly way
LOL Garrison Keillor of Prairie Home Companion is as far from a conservative is it's possible to get without dyeing your hair purple. Here's a sample:
Garrison Keillor
This is freeway America, the land of strip malls and Walmart and economy motels, not scenic postcard America, but I love its bounding vitality and good humor. In the Holiday Inn Express, we line up for the free breakfast of watery oatmeal and generic eggs and nondescript coffee, ignoring the yammer of TV news, and I take an empty seat at a long table and am drawn into a conversation with three women and two men, strangers to me, on classic topics: This Beautiful Summer & The Number of Persons I Know Who’ve Contracted Tick-Borne Disease, How Does One Correct The Bad Parenting of One’s Children, The Misery of Attending One’s Spouse’s Reunion, Hip Replacements I Have Known That Went Bad, Why (Name of Winter Paradise) Is Not What It Used To Be, and so on. The amiable complaints of my age group.
I’m an old Democrat traveling through Republican territory and I feel welcome. Geniality is all around. Nobody mentions You Know Who, the scowly man with projectile eyebrows whose last name sounds like someone dropped a fruitcake on the floor. A bad breakfast among strangers but everyone’s in a good mood or trying to be. I love this. This is America, a congenial country. Welcome, one and all. Respect the rules. Don’t throw food. If you need to be crazy, go out in the woods.
[THAT SWIPE AGAINST TRUMP WAS NOTHING - HERE IT COMES]
Over in the Universe Cafe where righteous Democrats gather to eat organic eggs from cooperative chickens, I imagine that you’d hear his name twenty times a minute, like a sump pump, but here, no. Democrats are forever wringing their hands about something they just read a book about, and then last weekend they got to talk about the parade of certified lunatics in Charlottesville protesting the removal of a statue of Robert E. Lee. As if that were something of lasting significance.
It is more than sad that we have a president whom lunatics look up to as a hero and who tried not to offend them in his statement of semi-condemnation on Saturday that he then, without apology, had to re-do on Monday. His cluelessness is a national embarrassment. And it was an ugly, ugly day.
But let us, good people, not grant significance to crazy people. This is a gang of freaks that social media gives the power to unite — in a nation of 323 million, you can Google the secret words and get 700 sociopaths to come to Charlottesville. This is not a meaningful phenomenon. You could also get 700 people who are getting messages from Lucifer through their dental fillings or 700 apocalyptic Episcopalians who know the world will end on Thursday.
The young Teutons who converged are actors in a fantasy, men who got kicked out of Civil War re-enactments for over-enthusiasm. Maybe we create a special place for them in a wilderness canyon out West where they could goosestep and Sieg Heil, express their whiteness, feel uber Alles, feast on knockwurst, light each other’s Pupser, the whole schmegeggy. Mr. Angry Eyebrows can chopper in and visit them there with his sidekick Mr. Mask. In 2020, assuming the White House allows an election, let’s get a president who is civil and has a sense of humor. Now go enjoy your breakfast.
Garrison Keillor of St. Paul writes a column for the Washington Post.