This lady always wanted an expensive car - a status symbol to drive around and be seen in. She scrimped and saved, went to the dealer, and plopped down several years' income for a brand new state-of-the-art, computer enhanced, kick-ass, dream mobile. Driving off, she decided she wanted some music and searched for the radio. The dashboard looked like a control panel at NASA. She fiddled with this button, that gizmo... jiggled these and those, but finally gave up. Furious, she raced back to the dealership and screamed at the salesman, "They forgot to install the radio!" He assured her it was right there in front of her, hooked into the onboard computer. All she had to do was tell it what she wanted to hear. He demonstrated: "Classical," he spoke. *click* The car filled with the sounds of Mozart. "Blues," he said, and *click* a B.B. King classic played. She drove off, amazed. "Country," she said, and *click* a Garth Brooks tune came on. "Folk." *click* and Joan Baez sang about the night they drove ol' Dixie down. "New Age." *click* Yanni at the Acropolis snapped on. She was so captivated by this new toy that she didn't pay much attention to the road. Another driver ran a light and nearly hit her... "ASSHOLE!!!" she screamed. *click* "Good morning, everyone, and welcome to the Rush Limbaugh Show."