Sixty-six seconds of the Angelus, including the final prayer, and at twelve sharp the last hour.
That minute is, with the audience the Pope can fit into a bulletin, almost everything the bishops’ radio said about God in prime-time hours. The rest was said about other things and with different vocabulary.
At one-oh-three in the morning, on Partidazo, someone celebrated that a Spaniard could win something twice and called it «fucking hell».
During the day the register rises in level, not in decency.
At six-eleven, Jorge Bustos explained that the floating barrier Interior placed at Tarajal has sunk and that, until the wall arrives, «the border will remain a kind of inflatable doll that I don’t know if it repels them or attracts them.»
In the afternoon, advertising.
At 19:48 and at 21:58, twice, a voice asked La Linterna listeners: «do you like sex? Take Energisil Vigor.
Energisil contains maca, which helps stimulate sexual desire.»
At nine-thirty, Luis del Val called pimps «sons of bitches of the worst kind.»
One is not a prude; COPE doesn’t have to sound like a spiritual retreat.
But the owner is who he is, and the owner has a catechism that devotes an entire article, 2148, to blasphemy, and an eleven-spot daily campaign asking to be included in the will.
It doesn’t seem too much to ask that, between one thing and another, the host not serve as an adjective.
At twelve the Angelus is prayed.
At one-oh-three, a man shouts fucking hell.
It is the same station, with the same owner, and between one thing and another nothing has changed, except the sponsor.