The war is on.
I submitted a complaint to the FCC.
Now to sit back.
And watch the FCC not care.
But at least I got my anger out. My complaint contained many exclamation points.
Sick of smooth jazz.
Want to kill.
I will find their transmitter, and it shall transmit no more!?
Their goddamn signal is all over our radio dial, too. From 88.1 to 107.9. I didn’t check AM, but I’ll bet it’s there, too.
Candice not happy!
I say let’s jam it.
Except that it’s highly illegal, and I don’t know how.
But it sure is cool.
I think it would be fun to get involved in shortwave international espionage.
I could record the numbers for the secret messages in a sexy voice, get Sean to record me a creepy intro tune to rival the Lincolnshire Poacher…