Don'T Tell Me Why We'Re Waiting
My favorite radio show
is Wait...Wait, Don't Tell Me!
on NPR near you.
But, it has bothered me,
over the years,
a snagging voice in sign-off background,
threatening the host will see me again next week,
as if that was the answer we had awaited,
and so hoped he would not tell us.
Why does he lie to me?
Deliberately or otherwise?
Did he not notice his is a radio show?
Isn't the point that I don't have to go anyplace
to be seen?
Nor need I look in his direction
to enjoy his show and tell.
This untruth could be like Ray Charles
telling his audience he will see them next time.
Either an embarrassing mistake
or a revolutionary news story
so dryly understated
it went almost without saying to his death.
Although at least he might truthfully say:
I will smell you with your money again next week,
or even hear you.
Although with Ray
I think my hearing point
would be the other way around.
Why not the truth?
We'll be back again next week,
same time,
same station.
A little traditional.
Perhaps a twitch of self-promotion.
But, at least not an outright threatening misconception.
Which got me thinking
about how I kept hearing Trump's campaign promises
as both personal and environmental threats
for way bad climates to continue
on all of these tired stations,
And whether he now has any idea
that each time he reminds us
of what a great job he and his beloved are doing
and please tune in again next week,
we continue hearing that as menacing reassurance
that he is insanely unattached,
detached in absence from,
unavailable for processing
how scary we find his anti-healthy outcome standards
for public sector administrative leadership performance,
usually more WinWin,
and considerably less about covering one's own
Win some-Lose some
private bought and sectored butt.
I'm not so sure he's doing such a good job
compared to,
well,
most any processor of information
of any multiculturing species
including those who claim they saw and actually listened to me
again last week
about how his comedic success both promises
and reassures us
of further tragic despair
as I think and feel what's already not left of healthy wealth
for my own special needs and opportunities kids
trying to live in healthing climates,
and not quite so much pathologizing,
who may not reassure anyone
about what a great job they are doing
taking care of even themselves,
but that is honest;
this family is about and for transparent integrity.
At least we know when we're sucked up
to by psycho-phantic
'non-political'
moneychasing machines,
more mindful of badnews robotics
than goodnews gospel teachers.
We will also not be fooled into believing
we can be seen and heard by a public sector self-promoter
just because he threatens to come back again next week
to do this same monoculturing elitist thing again
that we know has only one-badway happened
truthfully,
same time,
same sad and not quite true
yet still
kinda funny
spacetime NPR station
Playing
Wait Wait,
Don't Tell Me
public sectors can't really quite see private ears,
can you?
despite all our weeks
of mindfully listening
to tragic comedy
threats as promises
together?
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
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