WPSU Fund Drive

The most fearsome plague has descended upon us: another public radio fund drive. But this time don't just cave in. Don’t let the guilt trip take a bite our of you, don't automatically surrender to the threat that if you don't pay up, all you will have left is Rush Limbaugh and Christian rock on the dial.

Put your diva on, get a little radical—tell the whiners what you think, really think of their performance, all year round. How many times have you said you cannot stand one more "This I believe" segment. The national broadcast gave it up months ago, but here in Happy Valley we continue to be smothered with sentimental clichés.

Are you worried that Christine Allen's voice is not squeaky enough? You want to hear a women with an even higher pitch? One that will send dogs howling?

Do you think the folk show should be even goofier?

You want to hear more experimental jazz but not at ten in the morning, but perhaps at night after a whiskey?

Tell the programmers. They will trot out endless testimonials about how important NPR is, yet nary a voice mentioning how easily they cave in to perceived right-wing criticism. Sometimes the cosmopolitanism is unbelievably bland. To say nothing of the classical music selections organized around the birthdays of famous composers. Perhaps you have heard that Mozart overture 10,000 times already and you would not mind something else.

We live in a small town, there aren't that many people writing checks, you can have some influence. Maybe add a little heft to this tepid public radio station called WPSU.