Dropping ballast in anticipation of retirement: satellite radio. Talk about not living up to promises. When I listen to Sirius today, not only do I hear the exact same playlists of songs I heard five years ago (particularly on the Blues Channel, my one-time favorite), I hear commercials. Yeah, terrestrial radio is ten times worse, but I pay $142.45 a year to listen and I shouldn’t have to hear any commercials. What will I listen to? What I’ve been listening to all along: National Public Radio.
Remember my rant about the predictable consequences of placing the USAF’s low-glamor nuclear mission in the hands of fighter pilots? Yet another predictable consequence: Global Strike Command. No word yet on my proposal to transfer the A-10s to the U.S. Army.
By popular demand, a photo of Schatzi:
