I was driving in Hillsboro today and listening to a Christian radio station. The batteries that fuel the ipod's speakers had prematurely bitten the dust, and it was either that or sports talk radio.
In small doses, and from a strictly anthropological point of view I listen to these things. Yesterday it was sports talk, stuck in traffic waiting for the World Series game to start. These guys were interviewing Darius Rucker (for those of you who live in a cave, that's Hootie from Hootie and the Blowfish). The hosts were seriously in LOVE with that guy. Apparently he sang in a commercial at the beginning of the Daytona 500. They told him, in no uncertain terms, that it was the best commercial EVER. And they repeated it more than once. They requested that he perform said jingle for them, and had announced on the air that it would happen. Hootie fled the studio moments later.
Alas, here I was again, on a late afternoon hit-and-run out in Washington County. This time to pick up some custom embroidering for the good folks at ColTab. Whatever. So, back to the Christian Radio. By Christian, I mean Ralph Reed, Focus on the Family, James Dobson. THAT Christianity. I heard a new term. Phillisophical creationist? Is that what it was? Some claptrap like that. Anyway, someone was teaching gayness to kindergartners. You should not trust your child's doctor alone with your children unless you've investigated the depth of their Christian faith ("she's your daughter and she's only 15! She's still a child!"--these people have some wild and terrible imaginations) and that they've got the evolutionists on the run. The wierdest thing that I heard was a stand-alone news item that reported that large numbers of Blacks (not African-Americans, mind you) had begun voting early in either North or South Carolina (sorry). Thirty-one percent of early voters were black, but only 21 percent of the total voters were black. Wha...?
