Ya know, don’t get me wrong, I normally don’t mind listening to Diane Rehm on my way to work, considering my commute is relatively short and I can endure her usually rather boring topics of conversation and mummy vocals. But damn, every so often I just get so irritated by the way she condescends to some guests she doesn’t agree with, interrupts people, interviews whimsical authors of plays about traveling wicker salesmen (probably), and more recently – well since the ’08 campaign began at least – her constant fellating of Barack Obama. It’s like every single topic, sentence, thought, syllable is directly filtered through some sort of Obama-lens – “How can I relate this discussion about three bean chili to Barack Obama?” This phenomenon perfectly illustrated itself the other day. I … Read entire article »