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I sent a missive to NPR Political Podcast

I am making my best attempt at liking your political podcast. I enjoy hearing the analysis, especially from Ron Elving. I'm sorry his show was cancelled. I miss it. I do enjoy listening to the occasional silly slice of humor and odd comment; that's one of the many reasons I liked Ron's show. I am, however, on the verge of no longer listening to the NPR Politics Podcast because the discussion is interrupted by comments about Whitney Houston, Fleetwood Mac, flavors of ice cream that candidates are eating interspersed into the commentary. I listen to the show in order to receive political analysis, not songs sung by the hosts or information about how late someone slept the past few days or what Beyonce "song" is going through someone's head. I'm sorry, but I just don't care about these things and the breakdowns into inanity drive me mad. And, as I said, I'm on the verge of listening no longer. I despise popular culture; I have difficulty escaping it, except when I listen to NPR or some other serious news agency or perhaps when I leave the internet altogether (even when I listen to serious websites or Youtube video lectures I still must wade through commercials or pop-ups, and the major news websites pummel us with inane ads). When I hear the conversation on your podcast suffer because someone is suddenly talking about the kind of lunch they eat, I ask myself if I want to continue listening. Please keep the irrelevant tangents to a very bare minimum and give us more commentary, serious commentary. Otherwise, I'll be stuck with Rachel Maddow's maddening repetition and smugness (She says in five minutes what she is able to say in forty-five seconds) or Lawrence O'Donnell's barely contained arrogance and similarly maddening repetition (He thinks he has great rhetorical skills). Perhaps I'll need to watch Chris Hayes constantly interrupt his guests, thus breaking up the continuity of the interesting thing they were about to say but were unable to utter.

I don't want to leave; don't make me.

© 2014 by Kirk A. Shellko a.k.a. Lucian Whyte