Public radio is a nice little medley of hot garbage. Some of it is merely the chronicling of America’s litany of evils, in which House Voice reports and you decide, but not all of it. Other servings of trash are made to order in house, and yes, we, Man, are the ones being served. Here are some recent examples, the first four from Morning Edition this morning, the fourth from a prominent emeritus newsman of Lake Oh, Be Gone:
1 A project to develop sewing robots, ostensibly for the purpose of bringing textile jobs back to the United States, because, as the reporter lectures us by sheer assertion, the old-fashioned textile jobs requiring seamstresses to operate the machines will not be coming back. Neither will any of the thousands of poor bastards who have needlessly been killed in factory collapses and other preventable industrial catastrophes in Bangladesh, but you didn’t hear that on NPR.
2) A discussion of the awfulness of life on the job, and after the job, for farm laborers in the watermelon fields of South Texas, partly from a labor perspective, partly from the perspective of growers who are journalistically given the latitude to make shit up without being fact-checked. Continue below for an agsplainer from someone who picked some damn blueberries this week and assumes that he knows too much about farming to work for NPR.
3) A visit with refugees in New Jersey, who are expected to get jobs, like, right now and are given help with job placement, in contrast to their locally-sourced new neighbors, who are given low priority for job placement, told to suck it up because it’s our fault for not having that immigrant hunger, and then treated like we’re on furlough from the group home when we consider voting for the last candidate standing who proposes actually hooking us up with jobs;
4) A conversation with one of the industrial-grade shit tickets advising Trump on economic policy, who averred, with one of the worst shit-eating snickers I’ve heard in my life, that, no, you can’t get a tax credit (for child care, in this case) if you don’t have a tax liability to offset–or, as Mixups in my Mind would more honestly put it, fuck you, you derelict bum (add fucking comments about fucking dog fucking stealing fucking rotisserie chicken to fucking taste).
5) From “author and radio personality” (WaPo) and “fuckhead” (Lambert Strether) Garrison Keillor, an overly lengthy and tangled homily ex cathedra about how Donald Trump and Jesse Ventura are uncouth shitty shitheads who appeal to other shitty losers, and also about Scandinavia, having an anvil fall out of a tree (it makes a bit of sense, but barely so), what happens if the preacher brings a walrus to church, and meatheads who fucked around all period in the sheltered back rows of their high school history classes and now expect to being waited on hand and foot with job offers instead of lectures from tendentious scolds like Garrison Keillor.
Since I slept at a rest area last night, but at one close enough to Portlandia that I’m writing this from a bitchin’ shopping center in Wilsonville, pursuant to #WINNING (trust me, it’s an improvement over Linn County), let’s look at the items above in no particular order, but without the particular disorder that ja, don’tcha know who brings to the discourse. Strether and a number of Naked Capitalism readers offered insightful comments about Garrison Keillor’s background and mindset: