First of all, I hate Talk of the Nation on NPR. I know plenty of people on the left don't like NPR's politics, but I generally don't have a problem with them and know plenty of people on the right probably have more to bitch about. But then there's that show.
Neal Conan is a bitter conservative who wrings every bit of joy that he can out of his daily two-hour show. I woke up this morning to Republicans arguing about how to rejuvenate their party. The clincher was the black woman who came in as a guest towards the end of the segment and actually used the recent poll that found churchgoers are more likely to back torture (though she insisted on calling it "interrogation") to support her claim that black Americans are actually really conservative--even though the study "did not include analysis of groups other than white evangelicals, white non-Hispanic Catholics, white mainline Protestants, and the religiously unaffiliated, because the sample size was too small." (Hat tip, wordweaverlynn.)
This was then followed by an interview with Retired Adm. Jerome Johnson, who along with three other retired members of the military, recently wrote an op-ed in the NYT about President Obama's promise to dismantle the discriminatory rules about sexual orientation in the military. This guy was talking lots of shit with no facts to back it up and refused to say how many people have been dishonorably discharged because of sexual orientation. There was no counter-point guest, and Conan was rude to the people who called in and disagreed, including a woman who served for several years, was stationed in Iraq, and was then discharged after someone found a photo of her with another woman--taken long before she enlisted.
And then there's a local burlesque performer with some axe to grind talking shit about Hubba all over the Bay Area and on an international listserv, falsely claiming that folks appeared at the Viva La Revolucion show in brownface. Blame it on the photog from the SF Weekly, who managed to apply some weird-ass filter to the photos he took that have us ALL looking darker than we are if not not-quite-human. (Seriously. What's up with my eyes there? And Ari's? And where did Whitney's freckles go?)
(Bonus points--I don't think that photographer's white, either.)
Other pictures by different photographers are here.
What really chaps my hide is that this performer didn't bother to ask anyone in the show--including any of the people of color who performed--about this or what they thought of the show's content. Instead, she went straight to bashing it and the producers as publicly as possible. Nice.
So, yeah. I kind of want to chew metal right now.