I said I wouldn't do this...
I drive a lot. Therefore, I listen to the radio a lot. What I most often listen to is NPR. (Close on the heels of NPR is Sports Radio, but that doesn't make me mad.) NPR makes me mad. It's not NPR itself that makes me mad. Everything they report on makes me mad. I often find myself yelling at the radio.
Last week, John McCain said that the problem with health care in America is that it's too expensive. Really, John, I had no idea. Thanks for that insight. I yelled at the radio. Today, Hillary Clinton has been showing the state of Indiana that she's a regular person who understands the plight of regular working people. She did this by sitting at a table and talking to people. She just didn't bring up the fact that she and Bill made $9 million last year. (Not the exact number, but it's close. Besides, this isn't exactly credible journalism.) I yelled at the radio. And Barrack Obama, well, I don't really have anything bad to say because he doesn't make me yell at the radio. And because of that, he's my choice. Is it bad that I'm basing my political allegiance on whether or not I get angry at my car radio? Sadly, I don't think so.
In running news, I feel like crud. Some kind of evil black plague has fallen over me. Yay, my calf is better. Oh, no running, you're diseased. WTF?!?!? I feel like yelling at the radio. Although, I think I'm going to run tomorrow just to get the blood flowing. I think it will make me feel better. Psychologically, anyway.