I listened to NPR for about 15 years before I finally had to give it up, which was around 1990. Part of it was my gradual drift to the right, but a great part of it was the creepy voices of it’s hosts.

I began calling it the “Network of Annoying Voices.” The male NPR hosts sounded like the most insufferably pompous college professor you ever had, and the women sounded like the distaff members of the Manson family begging for freedom before the California Parole Board each year.

Now we find out that these voices that made your hair stand on end made big-league bucks on the public dime and whatever they could cadge out of oil companies and lefty foundations.