A local radio station, in a self-promoting advertisment, made the claim that unlike other forms of advertising, radio required the listener to sit and listen to it, as a captive audience, no skipping through.Problem with that idea is, I frequently turn it off as I get fed up with it.
It’s his enablers, handlers and backers you should be worried about. When Trump is gone and buried somewhere around the 19th hole of one of his beloved golf courses, they will still be around, perverting democracy for their own crude ends.Just look at Murdoch senior, engaged in a battle now with his children as he wants Lachlan to take over and maintain the course of the toxic empire he has created. There are plenty of others like him, for whom Trump is just a means towards an end.
At times I feel like hopping on my bicycle and going for a ride down the local Greenway, singing the Lumberjack Song as I go.
Not done it yet, but the idea of it makes me chuckle to myself (another sign of my latent general weirdness)