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.

Going crazy.

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…