TALK RADIO GIVES US SANITY AFTER WATCHING CONGRESS MESS UP
Talk radio means the world to me. I’m not a dittohead (though I adore Rush) or mind-numbed robot. The variety of conservatives, populists, and libertarians I enjoy make each day more interesting. Housework and chauffeuring kids leaves a mind hungry for the knowledge, exchange of ideas, and laughter these hosts provide.
I learned the truth about free speech when I was in college, deep in the newspaper “stacks” in the library’s shelves. Alone back there, I happened upon the two copies of the Klansman, years old, that were kept there for all to see.
I picked one up and looked in and wanted to scream. The hideous caricatures, the hateful words, against me and my Holocaust-surviving parents, and all of my black friends. I absolutely KNEW I had to rip the filthy things into shreds and destroy them once and for all. I was about to do so and I stopped.
Freedom of speech.
I had just learned something about an evil side of my country, a small speck of evil that, knowing it existed, I could fight against forever. It had been important that I SEE what was out there. With extreme difficulty I lowered the vile press back onto its shelf and backed away.
Would that the liberals (and self-serving Republicans) would grow in maturity as I did on that day.