Willowmist's Wanderings

So my husband makes me wake up every morning to NPR.  That’s National Public Radio for those who are not familiar with that particular combination of letters. 

Because I believe that people should be free to live as they please in accordance with basic laws, a lot of folks assume that I am liberal.  I’m not.  In fact, I am libertarian.  They’re different.   Trust me.  Although I make a few exceptions, I don’t believe that it is generally the government’s job to either support my lifestyle or regulate it.  And that is a point at which most democrats and I part ways.

So, as I was saying, I don’t like NPR for the most part.  It’s biased, bleeding heart tends to stain my rugs and I find most of the regulars to be rather patronizing and condescending and pretentious.  That Terri Gross woman asks some of the most torturously inane questions I’ve ever heard.

I wake up to that stuff.  I’m tired and grumpy and still a little groggy, and I’m listening to someone talking about how little press time is being dedicated to important topics like Iraq and Afghanistan (or, let’s be serious for a moment, really any topic of any real international importance.)  They were comparing the coverage of boring ol’ Iraq with that of, say Michael Jackson’s death.  Someone was trying to make the point that trivial shit like Michael Jackson maybe being murdered distracted the American public from things like the failed hunt for Osama bin Laden.  And I’m laying there in bed, contemplating dragging my ass to the shower, when it occurs to me that Michael Jackson’s death is really very convenient for bin Laden.  And I turn to my husband, who is similarly laying in bed, but not even contemplating getting up yet (in fact, he may actually be snoring,) and I cry:

“Ohmigod!  Osama bin Laden killed Michael Jackson!”

Tom’s been married to me for a long time.  Eleven years, in fact.  So he just grunts in a vaguely affirmative way and rolls over.  But I really think I’m on to something here.

Happy August 25 everyone.