Left-wing TV/radio is irrelevant, a waste of taxpayer funds

Miami Herald ^ | Dec. 20, 2003 | JOHN BERTHOUD

[Jack Armstrong]

Originally the ""peoples" broadcasting service PBS had a policy ...NO commercials! period!
Now ...Every program is preceeded by a $500,000.oo commercial "SPOT" by a major "advertiser".
What's Up With That ?
There was a Slotzkies Deli COMMERCIAL on last night right before Austin City Limits!
Commercial free my ...back side !

[nightdriver]

"Oh shucks ,Does that mean we will not be listening to Click & Clack the TAPPET BROTHERS "OBFUSCATING" every Saturday morning?"

Click and Clack are the only thing I can tolerate to listen to on NPR. I like the occasional "how to" program and the rare documentatry on public TV, but I would gladly give them up if that was the result of getting CBP off the public teat.

[Fester Chugabrew]

. . . who really even listen's to NPR except for wealthy elitist libs . . .

I listen to it on occasion for the good jazz and blues programs, but pay a terrible price insofar as the leftist BS also resides on that station. (Good heavens. Diane Rehm sounds like she's about to give her last gasp.) Too bad jazz and blues radio cannot seem make it on a commercial basis without taxpayer funding.

I live in a trailer park, so that more or less knocks out the "wealthy" part. I hope my posts elsewhere on FR point to something other than an "elistist lib."

[Drango]

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[Tumbleweed_Connection]

One has to feel better to find this in the Herald. The leftist base is undeniably being exposed for what it truly is.

[185JHP]

Thanks.

[mlmr]

****What will happen to "Antique Roadshow"? That's the only program of any value *****

Oh shucks ,Does that mean we will not be listening to Click & Clack the TAPPET BROTHERS "OBFUSCATING" every Saturday morning? and I will probably miss A Prairie Home Companion with that snot nosed Garrison Keillor sniffle his runny nose through another monologue about idealist liberal postmodern hippies in St.Paul.


Good shows will be picked up by commercial stations, the lousy ones will fall by the side of the road.

[festus]

;I'll give you another reason to hate them. They
;Created "Barney the Purple Dinosaur."

Yikes!!!!!

Doesn't that make them guilty of "Crimes Against Humanity" or else guilty of "Engaging in Terrorist Acts" or at least guilty of "Atrocities" ?

;-)

[SandRat]

[WorkingClassFilth]

Ah - every post is music to my ears!

Just for all of you, I have secured a transcript from the popular program 'All Leftist Things Considered' for your pleasure...

[The plucked notes of a banjo are heard and the unmistakable crooning of a deep-south, rural African-American man are heard singing a traditional ballad…]

[Over the fading music the host intones:]

HOST: "It's as hot and steamy as a Mississippi crawdad boil. The heavy insect hum is as thick and constant as the color of night in this remote corner of the bayou. From the porch of a floating trailer, 127 year old Hound-dog Harold sings back into the night the strains of a heart that has never known freedom since the Clinton era."

[The volume on the Balladeer rises…]

BALLADEER: "Yas, Suh!"

[The Balladeer's voice recedes and the voice of the Host comes up. The staccato notes of the banjo mimic the cadence of the speaker's voice as though they were scripted]

HOST: "It would seem reasonable to most Americans caught up in the hectic rhythms of their daily lives to pay little or no attention to the folk wisdom of Americans 2,000 miles away from anything remotely resembling civilization. But the deep spiritual power of these aged voices will not be silenced and, tonight, they will be heard."

[The over-voice fades and the balladeer comes up as he finishes a riff. He pauses, as though giving credence to what the Host is saying and says:]

BALLADEER: "Yas, Lawd!"

[The thrum of the insects is now brought up and the faint sounds of hip-hop can be detected as contrapuntal notes. A fade to NYC traffic noise takes the listener from the Mississippi bayou to 5th avenue at five o'clock in the evening. The bustle of pedestrians can be heard over the breathless reporting of Host's narrative.]

HOST: "This is New York City. The 'Big Apple.' The city where nothing ever sleeps. Whatever you want to call it, this is the main vein of American hopes and dreams.

Despite what folk wisdom might say, whatever is spoken from the pulpits in the Heartland's churches and in the corner booth of the truck-stop cafes tomorrow is written and performed in clubs and studios here, tonight. And tonight, we're going to hear voices from the forgotten, REAL America…"

[Again, the Mississippi Balladeer. Volume comes up…}

BALLADEER: "…let my people go…"

[Fade on the Balladeer}

HOST: "We're here in the club district of New York to listen to the newest sensation that has riveted critic and club-goers alike. The fresh sound of America's grimy backside. In the club we're about to enter, all of the most important people in America have gathered together tonight to listen to authentic backwater music and nosh on catfish canapés."

[The clink of glasses and a bartender is heard saying: "Here's your white wine spritzer, Sir."]

HOST: "The contrast between the primal sounds we'll hear to night and the cosmopolitan noise of traffic outside is a gulf between two worlds. Not unlike the rift between what some see as the run-away policies of the navel-gazing Bush administration and the harsh realities of the workin' for a livin' struggle that everyone outside of New York must endure.

The 'elder-wisdom' of these men, these American balladeers, is unmistakably chiseled in their wrinkled brows, their stubbled chins, their whisky-rough voices, their prison tattoos, their toothless mouths and their cigarette smoke wreathed faces. A new generation of patriots will be born tonight as the underbelly of America speaks out against oppression…

[A wild guitar note is plucked. A cracked voice wails…]

BALLADEER: "Ya' know I love to lick yo' gravy, Baby! Woan' ju set still and ride? Well, I love ta lick yo' gravy, Baby…"

[Balladeer fades. Host comes up…]

HOST: "The love of these people for their heritage is strong. Pulsing as clear and bright as the sunrise at dawn over the Delta, these men of the earth are unmistakable in their calm, patient patriotism. Waiting for a new day of freedom to dawn, their humble songs harken to better times ahead…"

[Host fades. Balladeer comes up…]

BALLADEER: "Ah cut his ass wif a piece of glass an' he doan ho' no mo'…"

[Balladeer fades. Host comes up…]

HOST: Its clear that America's salt-of-the-earth folks have been hardest hit by the Bush economic policies. In the face of such woe and the power of common wisdom, what defense can be mounted from Washington's high towers for the arrogant disregard of the oil-fattened frat-boy as he surveys his kingdom from Pennsylvania Avenue?

[Host fades. Balladeer comes up…]

BALLADEER: "Gimme a drank o' thet wine. I said, gimme a drank o' thet wine. It sho' been a long time since I ever done poontang that fine…"

[Balladeer fades for the last time. Host comes up…]

HOST: "Outside the club, the night is dark. Down on the bayou where these men have journeyed from, it is dark as well. In fact, all across America, it's just plain dark as hell. The stinking, choking, stygian blackness of Republicanism is like being buried alive! I…can't…stand it! I've, I've, I've…got…to…to get…away! F-Fr-ance…yes! Mon amis…arghhhh…je suis mort!

[syriacus]

Tax dollars from wealthy, middle-income and lower-income Americans have gone to subsidize programming whose audience is disproportionately upper-income.

What a very nteresting way to look at it.

The Democrats tell us taxes are unfairly placed on the backs of the poor...If we accept their premise, we would have so say that the poor are unfairly paying for the publicly funded programming.