Eyes of a Stranger

It shouldn't be a shock to anyone's ears to hear someone complain about how 'Chattanooga radio sucks.'

From playlists that were cemented in the late 70s to sawed-off hipsters who claim to have their fingers firmly planted on the pulse of the area, our airwaves are filled with the odor of cheap booze and decay.

Local stations play both kinds of music...'Southern Rock' and 'Country,' and even the local talk powerhouse WGOW is packed to the rafters with the self-proclaimed elite.

Many of the 'DJs' sound as if they skimmed the 'urban dictionary' for pop culture slang terms a few moments before going on air, and toss their new vocabulary around with reckless abandon to seem 'with it' and 'hip.'

(Closed-circuit transmission to those 'in the know' out in the ether: It's 'Puff, Puff, Pass' for god's sake.)

The truth of the matter is that most of them have lost sight of the primary quality that once endeared them to their listeners: You are not the single repository of all Useful Knowledge, and you are not free to pass summary judgement on subjects and terms that you don't understand.

Some of you are quite close to the 'Limbaugh Line' where a skewed sense of self-worth transcends what the rest of the universe thinks about you. (Not to be confused with the 'Glenn Beck Pyramid' which has a small spear-point of reasonable fact and a large weighted base of nonsense.)

Get off the cross and kiss the ring.