Yoonchi's I Hate Radio Dark Page

I was getting so annoyed with the patterns of radio DJs, that I decided to start writing about the habits of airplay.
So here it goes: my annoyances about radio DJs and everything related to Television, Radio and Internet.

March 25 2002:

A law against Internet.
This probably only possible in the USA, where there never was a Middle Ages. So politicians of this era are thinking of introducing that era that was missed in American history.
I'm talking about the Children's Internet Protection Act, a law that only grants discounts on federal financing and technology via the federal e-Rate program to schools and public libraries, if some sort of "technology protection measure" is installed, like filters to block access to Web sites.
Haven't we heard about this before? Wasn't there a burning of books in the times of the Spanish Inquisition? This reminds me of the Monty Python sketch.
Wasn't it a big issue in the Western world, when a couple of years ago Iran declared the 'Satanic verse' by Rushdie to be put on the burning stake?
I hope the judicial system in the USA realizes that this law against freedom of information, or better yet this law for control of information, is kicked to a junk bin. Since a coalition of libraries, Web sites and library patrons is spending the upcoming days in a Philadelphia court to three federal judges to help decide a seemingly simple question: What is a library for?.

March 24 2002:

When I woke up this morning, my radio was still on from last night.
This idiot, which I don't even know the name of, was babbling about the 'day of the Lord'.
I can understand that it's Sunday, and that everyone needs some day of rest. But please, can't they give these idiots a day off too?
I mean, are DJs that uneducated, stupid creatures that they don't know how to pronounce not even a name correctly? Lets not even discuss what these mammals, who are a disgrace to the species called mammals in general, know what some terms are.
Back to what this idiot was talking about, instead of disturbing my morning flow of listening to some fine lounge music. This moron was talking about lounge being God's music. God's music? Shouldn't you go to church this morning, toady boy? God's music is in church, not on a afterparty, after a night's drifting on all kinds of toxic substances, amongst them something called alcohol.
For heaven's sake( pun intended, :-)), shut your waffle, before you turn my breakfast into some sour milky substance which I wouldn't want to substitute my stomachs content with. That you call lounge music, God's music I could forgive you, Mr DGenius. But that you start preaching about Jezus would have loved this type of music? Please, give me a break, worm that is spoiling my nice Sunday morning mood!
End of story: I switched to a Belgian radio station. Less use of the mouth to spouth junk that seems to percolate from what could be a brain.

Later on the day, another DJ, well-known in the Netherlands was still annoying the shit out of me. Still pronouncing the name 'Enrique Iglesias' as if the dude is French.
Mr Famous DJ, wouldn't it be nice if you informed yourself a bit, and found out that that dude's father is a wellknown, born in Spain, singer. Maybe than you could put two and two together, and see that you should use the spanish pronunciation. NOT the french one?
Anyway, DJs are like talking heads without the head. Hmm, maybe I should call them fart-heads or something. Huhhuh, even Beavis is smarter than these fart-heads.

March 23 2002:

This is what really made me start publishing this page. I've been writing and thinking about putting this on the web. But what really made me go over the edge was when a radio DJ started commenting that Jimi Hendrix seemed to have been a good musician.
Yes, my fellow musicians and friends, this kid of maybe 25 years of age was talking about Jimi Hendrix being a supposed good musician.
This is like calling Bach a nice organ player.
Where do they get the nerve to shoot shit into the air, these peanut brain morons?
If I would call them, as I am descendent of a slave, rapists, they would sue my ass for accusing someone unjustly.
But DJs, they can fart and talk shit all day, and above of all, be paid for it!
Hello?!!
The DJ I'm refering too is a prime time DJ, and who is probably being paid more than than twice what the average Dutch worker earns.
And this guy gets paid to talk shit and repeating the same old song for about 4 weeks, every day in a straight row.
How much longer am I to suffer under this tiran? How much longer do I have to withstand this torture of these pinheads who call themselves 'experts on music' when they compare Jimi Hendrix to Britney Spears, a manufactured product for DJs to fill their air time with, what shall I call it... Never mind, it's not worth it.
Mr DJ, get on the internet or buy something called a book, to inform yourself on who Jimi Hendrix was. And while you are at it, try to take a course in English so you know how to pronounce certain words. And how to pronounce 'Suge Knight'. Not like some sort of sucking word, but more like you pronounce 'sugar'? I don't think you want 'Suge Knight' knocking at your door to correct your mouth, do you?
Ok that's it for now. Maybe we'll talk about the behaviour of certain politicians on Television soon. Enough to talk about there, :-).

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