Those were the last words I heard before I thrust my hands toward my clock-radio, like a bayonet into a known enemy, and turned the god-damned thing off.
Welcome to Weekend Morning. <insert whinny in 3, 2, 1....now!>
Sigh.
I start almost every morning by listening to the CBC radio news. On the weekend it just happens to be a local (Maritime) show featuring some of my least favourite music. Where else can you hear a Barbara Streisand/Michael Bublé duet, a novelty song about a chicken (they incorrectly played the wrong novelty chicken song the previous week), Hank Snow singing about a train engineer's son, a contest where inane people guess the same incorrect answer week after tedious week, and a horse whinnying? I defy you to find another radio station that would do this to their listening audience....and the audience can't get enough of it.
So, Ian, why were you listening to this program? You claim to dislike it vehemently, but....
It's a total train wreck and I can't pull myself from the wreckage. I need to make sure that the train engineer's son is safe, plus there's no other radio station in New Brunswick where I'm more or less guaranteed not to hear a Kim Mitchell song or something by The Headpins. For that fact alone, I love my CBC.
On the upside, the musical selections make the 7 a.m. news more palatable (war, famine, eBola, violence, hockey scores). Even Jian made it into the morning news. Two women have approached the police with complaints of abuse at the hands of Mr.Ghomeshi. Good, I say, even though almost everything about this news/life story is bad. Very bad. If the allegations are true, then let's let the court deal with them. That's where they belong because it's a legal matter, not one that should be played out in a Toronto Star article or anywhere else other than a court of law (speaking in terms of formal justice).
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