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I just spent 4 days on the road, and of course I listened to Air America about 15 hours a day. So, that meant listening to Alan Colmes for the first time.
Now, I quit listening to mainstream media a while back--it knotted my stomach up with anger. I think its irrationality is what got to me. The web, the Book-a-Month revelations, Air America, Jon Stewart, Michael Moore--with these, I could bypass the whores and cretins and stay informed. Then, trapped inside my car, I figured "why not give Alan Colmes a chance. He is, after all, on America Left radio." But he was awful--my stomach knotted up, I got furious, and I got reminded of why I have to stay away from the Big Liars. I don't agree with everything Chuck D or Al or Randi or Janeanne say, but I enjoy listening to their discussions. But Colmes . . .
It all reminded me of the 7 years I spent in a relationship with a compulsive gambler. Naturally, he tried to hide it from me. And it would take me a couple of months to figure it out consciously. BUT, my gut knew a lot earlier. I would start getting afraid, insecure, unspecified anxiety, and I just felt fucked up, without any real reason I could pinpoint for feeling like that. Then, sure enough, I'd find out he'd been gambling.
It's like that with Colmes--my gut knows the difference between one of us and a Faux friend. It's not simple agreement on the issues or even on values. Lou Dobbs doesn't knot my stomach; Susan Estrich does. I think it's their willlingness to twist and use the truth, as opposed to searching for it, their eager assaults on Reason itself, that is crazy-making to me.
I didn't listen to Colmes long enough to analyze what he was saying. But my gut was sure telling me that he's a stalking horse for the right, and I've learned to trust my gut on this.
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