He who dares, moos

While we drove home from dropping our youngest off at school today I was listening to the radio (105.3 Kool FM, in case you want to tune in one day). On the show they had a call-in -- an organized call-in, there was nothing spontaneous about it -- from a man who can moo really well. Is this the level to which our culture has sunk? Of all the people in the area they could've invited onto the show, it was a guy who's dedicated a significant amount of time to learning how to emulate one of the stupidest creatures in existence? This is now what passes for public discourse? I may be depressed about this for the rest of the week.

To top it off, the SUV in front of us had a license plate that said "WE DARE." Do you? Really? Congratulations. What is it that you dare to do, exactly? You dare to drive around in a vehicle more or less equivalent to a car in terms of ruggedness, capacity and reliability, which nevertheless gets about 13 miles-per-gallon, is more liable to tip over and cost you ten grand more than a car would? Gosh. You're so daring. Or is it that you dared to pay money to have a license plate on your vehicle that is immediately memorable, so that if you do happen to pull an illegal manouver in your SUV (and, let's face it, you're more likely to than someone driving a proper vehicle) every single witness will be able instantly to recall your plate for the cops? Or is it that you dare to be, well, kinda stupid? I think that's it, isn't it, hmmm? It's okay. I won't tell anyone.