Before Sonics games, I listen to the pregame broadcast on KTTH 770.
But if I turn on the radio early, I sometimes hear the right-wing
insanity of Michael Savage, who believes that the U.S. should build a
fence along key points of the Mexican border. Whenever I imagine that
epic fence, I also imagine a pair of border agents, one with
binoculars, standing on a nearby bluff.
“Hey, man, do you see anything?”
“Yeah, a bunch of Mexicans. They’re carrying something.”
“What is it?”
“A big ladder.”
Jesus, there are certain murderous right wingers who believe that
border fence should be electrified. Double Jesus, I have to listen to
their right-wing radio station in order to hear my beloved Sonics lose
again. Triple Jesus, I am a leftist bastard who hopes that some wealthy
right-wing local bastards buy the Sonics from those right-wing Oklahoma
bastards and keep the team in Seattle. Exponential Jesus, I am an
Indian boy who prays that white politicians will save him by saving the
sport he loves. Instead of Hangs-Around-the-Fort, I am
Hangs-Around-City-Hall.
I just hope massive contradictions don’t cause cancer. 