Ah, the power of cool technology…
We arrived in Johnstown at Berta’s parentls house at around 11:30 last night. I had prepared some entertainment for the car - our usual audiobook, in this case, James Patterson’s 3rd Degree. Instead of the usual tape or CD (over $30 at Borders!) I bought the book at the iTunes store and transferred it to Berta’s iPod.
Ugh. Apart from being one of the most rhetoric-filled “news”-casts on TV or XM radio, Linda Vester’s Dayside is also one of the slowest updated shows on the web. As a result, I can’t find a reference to today’s guest, who was an advocate for censoring television.
The argument of this person, a male book author (I’m listening in the car, so I don’t get any on-screen prompts with names or anything), was that the Constitution does not provide a right for citizens to be able to view pornographic programming - in this case, referring to an ad showing Paris Hilton writhing around on the hood of a car. He contends that it is our duty to impose moral standards to which broadcasters can comply so that our children aren’t affected by lewd or violent content in the media.
Well, that’s utter crap all around, and I’ll tell you why.
The delivery truck dumped its cargo of Grolsh beer all over the road. Drunk bunnies cavorted on the broken glass.
On 2005-02-17, senators offered a bill to repeal the 22nd amendment, which would let Bush rule forever.
I’m dismayed at the choices of candy bars in the convenience store.
My first issue at the candy rack: Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. What the heck? They’ve come out with all of these different styles of cups now: Chocolate Lover’s, Peanut Butter Lover’s, White Chocolate. Where’s the stinking plain?!
