Roger Ailes.

Let me tell you a quick story.

A few years ago, I had to go back to my hometown for my Mother's funeral. And the only way to get back there was to take Amtrak to Martinez and then take a bus to Ukiah where my Uncle Doug would pick me up
Now one of the things I've always been greatful for in our relationship is that Mom never got bitten by the Fox News bug. So I was spared the "Obama is a Muslim/socialist/gay pedo/etc." conversations that cursed most friends my age. Something I never took for granted.
Anyway, I get to Ukiah and Doug picks me up. First few minutes of the ride, we shoot the shit, playing catch up.  I tell him what I'm up to, he talks about retirement, his cigar humidor, this and that.
And then, with no prompting, went into how Global Warming its a hoax.
Or maybe he didn't start with global warming or something I said triggered it. This was about four years ago and my memory is fuzzy. But I do remember that he spent the rest of the trip rattling off Fox News Talking points. And I couldn't push back that hard because I didn't want to get into an argument that would have meant me walking the Goddamn Willits Road to the funeral.
And then, he drove me back to Ukiah two days later. It happened again.

And all I could think was "Maybe this is why momnever pushed me to come home for Thanksgiving."

This is my semi-autobiographial way of saying that Roger Ailes died yesterday.
And that I hope that Hell really does exist. And that an imp is eating his asshole from the inside out.

Posted on May 19, 2017 and filed under Personal, Politics.