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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

I'd rather slam my tit in the car door!

I'd rather slam my tit
in the car door!


by Michelle L., Unknown News

March 10, 2006



No, really, that's exactly my response to folks who ask me if I've listened to Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Neal Boortz, or any of the other neocon pontificators. Obviously, I have listened to them, otherwise I'd have no idea how hateful their diatribes really are. But the odd thing is, there is truth to the adage "know thine enemies."

My husband listens to them while driving (personally, I think he considers it a kind of weird cardiac workout -- it raises his blood pressure and gives him a chance to yell at the radio!). I finally asked him why he bothers listening to them bloviate, and he said that even the most evil people sometimes make a valid point. It puts me in mind of the old story of a fellow who walked upon a young boy shoveling massive piles of horshit -- and smiling. When asked how on earth he could smile while doing such an offensive chore the boy replied, "Well mister, there's gotta be a pony in here somewhere!"

Now, most people who know me know that I'm a, well, liberal -- but not in the sense Limbaugh, Hannity and their ilk consider use the word liberal. I'm more of a laissez-faire liberal; a live-and-let-live kind of liberal, not a sucking-at-the-teat-of-the-nanny-government-kind of liberal. Which is a really good thing because to hear the radio gods talk, instead of keeping house, cooking, and raising my children day in and day out as I do; Limbaugh and gang would have you believe I spend my time tortuing small animals and casting runes -- leaving barely enough time for godless orgies and monthly abortions.

So my instinctive reaction is to equate listening to them roughly with root canals sans anaesthesia -- something to avoid at all costs. Which, I believe, leads me to my point of discussion: cognitive dissonance.

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