I don't know how much more of this crap I can handle.
I've been lightly following the story surrounding Howard Stern's troubles with the FCC and Clear Channel regarding indecency on the air (info here and here).
Argh. When I hear about this sort of thing, I can't help but think about what a bunch of pussies Americans are becoming. I'm all for standing up for what you believe in, but there's a point at which you should just accept that other people might not think the way you do and let it go. I think the Trinity Broadcasting Network regularly pumps out filth infinitely more offensive than the vulgar content pushed out by Stern, but I don't think TBN should be taken off the air.
I don't even like Howard Stern. I think he's boring. Still, though, he ought to be able to say what he wants to.
If you don't like Howard Stern, then don't turn on the f*cking radio.
If you don't want your children to hear people talk about indecent things, then ship them off to a desert island and bury their heads in the sand.
I couldn't possibly be the only one who feels this way.
Seriously. Think about what's considered "OK" in this country right now.
Howard Stern can't go on the air and be indecent for the sake of being indecent.
On the other side of the fence, we get what is OK. We get things like the Trinity Broadcasting Network where greedy sleazebags, who never utter a swear word, pay tribute to their god every day by associating their religion with garish displays of wealth, horrible music, and enough eye-shadow to paint an army of wharf-walking syphilis-gargling tricks. They can go on the air and be indecent, but it's all for god.
Why is the latter OK? They're the same damn thing, you know: Two media productions, both done in extremely poor taste for the sake of making money.
I feel like I'm going to crack. It's days like today that I'm thankful for the internet.
I'm also glad to be a co-host on an internet radio show where, like on Friday's show, I can use the word "dickhead" in upwards of five times in less than a minute without having to worry about the repercussions.
Still, though, moments like this make me want to move to Barcelona. If I have to share this world with intolerant twits, then I might as well go where it's sunny and the booze is relatively inexpensive (notice how I'm willing to remove myself from the situation rather than the situation from everybody else).
To all the people who willingly subject themselves to people like Howard Stern in spite of the fact that they hate him and everything he stands for, and then try to have him taken off the air: You can just shove it up your collective ass.