My Zen Arcade

Recently, the antenna to my satellite radio and I’ve been stuck listening to ‘terrestrial’ stations.

Mostly, I listen to NPR on the way to-and-from the metro, but today I was driving around listening to some music channels, and I think something has to be said to the people who run our radio stations.

Every time one of your DJs goes on and on about some crap unrelated to music but is supposedly ‘edgy’, every time you play a song with a radio edit because ‘goddamn’ and ‘fuck’ are too offensive to be heard by anyone, even though most of us here those words almost every day, every time you decide that its better to just not fight the FCC and the paranoid, puritanical, think-of-the-children throwbacks that have managed to sink their claws into the organization that, in many ways, controls our ‘Freedom Of Speech’, you lose another person to satellite radio.

And you deserve no better.  You are cowards, you have sold your souls to the dark ages, and you have decided that ultimate conformity is OK if it looks like rebellion, no matter how many rules you actually follow.