Every once in awhile, when we go into a restaurant or bar with the television tuned to Fox, we either leave right away or ask that the channel be changed. Not often enough, however, because sometimes we are tired and hungry.
A little rip current in the web pulled me to this blog post that sums up how I’m feeling about the wingnuts getting all up in a twist about the little red books the President will be injecting in microchip form into our children’s arms next week.
Now while Texas has brought down many plagues and pestilences on the land, we have also brought you some pretty insightful artists. May I introduce you to Butch Hancock via this priceless quote? Tip of the hat to James Moore for bringing it to the front of my mind right now:
Life in Lubbock, Texas taught me two things: One is that God loves you and you’re going to burn in hell. The other is that sex is the most awful, filthy thing on earth and you should save it for someone you love.
Anyway, back to our movement.
What if every time we walked into a commercial establishment with the TV set to Fox News, we asked them to change it, and left if they wouldn’t.
For a flourish, we could whistle the refrain. Just wait until it comes around again …
nonsequiteuse 