Pretend You’re My Diary
I need to get this out. I don’t know what I’m about to say.
Bear with me here, please:
On Sunday morning at 9 AM I flipped the channel to CBS, all set to watch ‘Sunday Morning’, that show that engages me, intrigues me, inspires me, and makes me laugh. I look forward to it every week and, except for the annual Fashion Special, it never disappoints. So imagine my dismay when, instead of Jane Pauley’s calm voice and a lineup of satisfying stories, I’m tuned in to…FOX NEWS.
I’m not kidding. My cable company (also the telephone company and the internet company) decided to switch what should have been CBS over to Fox. I couldn’t believe it. I kept flipping back and forth to make sure I hadn’t messed up and had mistaken Channel 9 for the dread Channel 12, the ‘normal’ spot for that network I avoid like the plague.
To add salt to the wounds, they did the same on Channel 3, a Fox outlet that has never been Fox News. So at 9 AM on Sunday Morning three out of our measly 36 channels were showing Fox News. It stayed that way for two or three hours, then went to infomercials, and then to their regular programming. I think. And since it was a Sunday there was no one to complain to. The office is closed.
I went into such a white-hot rage I scared myself. It was as if every feeling I’ve had since the insurrection…
