I switch to CNN now and then too. I’m sick of FOXs fall recipes, dog stories and other puff pieces.
Gretchen Carlson makes me hurl. She should be at home knitting sweaters for her children.
My ears and nerves can't stand the shrill chirpings and overtalking on the "Outnumbered" afternoon program. On today's show, I wondered how Tucker Carlson could stand the cacaphony surrounding him which sounded like drunken, screeching hen-parties in Tyson Food's inhuman, over-crammed, fryer-chicken stockades.
My idea of hell-on-earth is being locked up in a cell throughout all eternity with a TV playing non-stop Elizabeth Hasselbeck's light-weight, rapid-fire, high-pitched, little-girl-simpering, totally-unintelligible, grating, irritating voice peeping and twittering on things in her usual boring, snooze-inducing output.
May the saints preserve me from such a fate-worse-than-death.
Leni