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Poisoning The Well

Tuesday, Jan. 16, 2007 - 12:52 a.m.

So I crawled into bed at about five thirty in the morning on Monday like I usually do, to catnap until about ten or eleven in the morning. My sleep is bifurcated in anticipation of the return of Ian Maurice to Brisbane's airwaves, and I want to sit up and hear him.

Just as I crawled into bed, the National Emergency Service alarm went off (that annoying firetruck horn beeping three times followed by the standard double halftone), followed by the announcement that went something like this: There was a refinery fire over in Richmond, the smoke was to be considered toxic, it was heading west, everybody within a two mile radius was to shelter in place with closed and taped windows, and the rest of us were to wait and try not to breathe too much if we went outside.

Well, certainly nothing that dippy, but the sound DID wrench me back out of bed for the morning while I went around and shut our front door and the east window and checked the bathroom and kitchen fans.

I didn't actually get any sleep between Sunday and Monday.

I finally dinked out around one Monday afternoon.

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Okay, here's my latest addiction: QWERTY Warriors.

Highly addictive, and so good for you, too!

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I decided to go ahead and listen to the presentation by the KSFO Morning Team on Friday afternoon.

BS, LR and MM pre-empted the 'Doker Lore' show to offer a counter argument to the webmaster of Spocko's Brain, a person who had caught them making accusatory and hateful statements calling for the death of Muslims and gone to the show's sponsors and inquired as to whether or not those sponsors wanted to be part of the show if this was the sort of product that was being broadcast.

I downloaded and listened to the statements, and I simply cannot come to any other conclusion than to call it Hate Speech.

Which, as you know, is exactly what the world needs in this day and age. Thank goodness the KSFO crew doesn't take advantage of the fact that they have a microphone and the rest of us don't.

Anyway.

Among their various techniques, one of their ad hominem strategies was to berate the person using the moniker Spocko and to imply that Star Trek fandom in general was something to be disparaged.

This is interesting. I am a Star Trek fan, and they've always read my contributions when I email.

In fact, one of their favorite guests and most valued contributors, John Fund of the Wall Street Journal, started his public life as a Star Trek fan. A VERY VISIBLE Star Trek fan, right here in Northern California. It's something Mr. Fund takes great pride in, and I'm not sure the attempt by the KSFO crew to 'poison the well' by painting Trekkers with this disparaging broad brush is something Mr. Fund would appreciate.

Then again, come to think of it, I haven't heard John Fund on their station in awhile.

Maybe he had his ear to the ground.

And yes, I bungled their names on purpose. I don't want them to call me names on the air.

I shouldn't be scared to post an opinion, but because of how other people with differing opinions are treated by them, how can I help but be worried?

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Today is my husband John's birthday.

Happy birthday, husband! Thank you for being you.

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All right, that's it.

Have a good Tuesday, and live long and prosper.

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