On my way home today, my mp3 player’s battery died on me. (The gauge on the thing is really the only thing I don’t like–it’ll register “almost full” for hours, then dive from halfway to empty in twenty minutes.) So after the city bus dropped me on the outskirts of Athens, I listened to ten minutes of AM radio on my way back to Statham. After nearly a month without any Limbaugh or Hannity in my ear, the stuff is almost impossible to listen to.
And strangely enough, though I don’t think of myself as Republican or Democrat (I’ve voted for both in the last few election cycles, as well as some third parties), just ten minutes of Rush Limbaugh made me feel strangely supportive of Barack Obama. I suppose that’s the Socrates coming out of me again–when I’m in the presence (via radio or otherwise) of a real windbag, my instincts tell me to poke holes in it. I imagine I’ll feel similar instincts the next time I’m in the presence of a real Leftist ideologue (though, to be honest, I don’t know that many of ’em). I just like to think of myself as something of a Socrates.
I’m vain that way.