I just keep getting more and more pissed about the radio thing. By noon I had a really good self-righteous buzz going. Not wanting to waste all of that motivation on work, I decided to be productive on my lunch break.

Called the media columnist at the local paper to complain about anti-semitic remarks by a local radio host. I was told (politely) not to bother, nothing will change.

Call the program manager a the radio station to complain. Get stuck in phone-menu hell for 10 minutes, finally leave a voice-mail.

Call the local Jewish community center, get transfer to the unfortunate person who handles reports of anti-semitism. Leave another voice-mail.

Sent an e-mail to Atrios, begging for a link to my post.

Called the FCC. Spent more time in phone-menu hell for 5 minutes. A live person tells me how to file a complaint by e-mail.

E-mail the complaint to the FCC.

E-mailed the Anti-defamation League

(Technically, around this time my lunch hour ended)

From a box under my desk, I dug out a small poster I made after Paul Wellstone's death. Across the top is the quote: "Never separate the life you live from the words you speak". Below that is picture of Paul speaking at a rally, then a quote from a Janis Ian song: "You can't reap what you don't sow; you can't plant on fallow ground; So let us fill this empty Earth with hope, until the rains come down".

After looking at the picture of Sen. Wellstone for ten minutes, it occurs to me that I have one Representative and two Senators. Ten minutes later, I have assurances from three different congressmen that as soon as I mail the detail of my complaint, they will ensure that it will be dealt with appropriately.

Called a second local columnist. Got her private e-mail address.

Noticed a staff attorney looking at me funny.

Went back to work.

Granted, I didn't accomplish much, but I haven't felt that good about work in, like, ever.
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