Evil Radio

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Evil Radio

A woman always wanted an expensive car, as status symbol to drive around and be seen in. 

So, she goes to the BMW dealer and plops down several years income for a brand new state-of-the-art, computer-enhanced, kick-butt, dream car.

She drives off and decides she wants some music and searches for the radio. The dashboard looks like a control panel at NASA.

She fiddles with this button, that gizmo ... jiggles these and those - but finally gives up. Can't find the darn thing.

Furious, she races back to the dealership and screams at the salesman and tells him they forgot to install the radio. He assures her it's right there in front of her. It's hooked into the onboard computer. All she has to do is tell it what she wants to hear.

So, she drives off and says "Classical." (click) The car fills with the sounds of Paganini.

"Blues," she says, and (click) a B.B. King classic plays. She drives on, amazed.

"Country," she says, and (click) a Johnny Cash tune comes on.

"Folk." (click) Joan Baez sings about the night they drove ol' Dixie down.

"New Age." (Click) Yanni at the Acropolis snaps on.

Suddenly, another driver runs a light and cuts her off. "@#&HOLE!!!" she screams. (Click) "Ladies and gentlemen, Donald J. Trump."