Is Your Refrigerator Running?
This link from cnn.com has an article about two disc jockeys from Miami who made the mother of all prank calls. It seems, as part of a morning talk show, they pretended to be aides to Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez and somehow managed to piece together recorded snippets from a recent speech of his to foil none other than Fidel Castro himself. Dang! I bet every college kid is jealous. I mean, how can you even get a line other there? I thought it was so backwoods they didn’t even have telephones. Even so, I bet the wires are stapled to the outside of the buildings (much like Mexico.)
To make matters worse (or, perhaps better?) the FCC is now contemplating a fine of $4,000 to the morning show which hosts the DJs. The DJs have, in true capitalist fashion, set off on a course to aggravate the government by collecting pennies. Yes, you read it right, they plan to pay the fine by transferring 400,000 pennies to Washington DC and paying the fine in person, to lend creedence to their cause. One has to wonder, can prank callers really be considered to have a cause? The hosts are asking listeners to donate old pennies from desk drawers, couch bottoms, and the like, in a somewhat backhanded attempt at foiling the fine. Although, I guess it can be said too that, if you pay the fine, you’ve paid your dues. So now the true question becomes, do the residents of Miami have 400,000 pennies at the bottom of their collective couches? That’s a lot of little Lincoln profiles, isn’t it? Sigh. The mind boggles.
It’s just a shame that Mijo Vending couln’t contribute a few pennies for the cause. Still, somehow, it wouldn’t sit right with me. I mean, I could actually see Ted getting along with Castro on some level. I mean, they both like Mexican food, they both have boats, they both avoid Nashville, and they are both bs artists right? Sounds like a match made in Heaven.
Ken, catch this. I think this is my new plan. We can try to send Ted to Old Havanna with pennies in his pocket and the hopes that his newfound friend Fidel will buy him a cadillac (sure it’d be a caddy from like ’50s but still, I could see Ted digging the fins.)
Ted, if you are reading this, I’ve one word for you, buddy: DEFECTION (it’s not just for breakfast anymore, ok?)
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.