Yesterday, my wife was watching Fox coverage of the Republican National Convention around 11:30 AM, EST. She turned it off in disgust.
What drove her disgust was the talking airheads’ attitude while the U.S. national anthem was being played. The talking airheads, whoever they were, kept on talking. Moreover, they felt compelled to notify the world that what was being played was the U.S. national anthem.
A couple of points here:
- When they play the anthem, you shut your face. It’s called respect.
- If you do have to talk, let it be about something truly earth-shaking, like Beelzebub has landed in California, kidnapped Jerry Brown and will put him in a boiling cauldron until California pays $15.72 to the Infernal Revenue Service. You certainly don’t have to tell us that they are playing the anthem, we know what it sounds like. Again, it’s called respect.
Sheesh! That sounds like the infantile stuff I come across whenever I can’t sleep, go downstairs, start flipping channels and am unfortunate enough to come across The Five. No style. No style at all…