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Posted on 2022-05-02
Everyone in my town likes my radio station. I play cool music (an eclectic mix of rock and underground electronic music, slowly transitioning into cool jazz through th enight). I have cool talk shows where interesting people give interesting viewpoints. I have strict rules about advertising on my radio station, so that you can't air any of those obnoxious ads that have sirens or car noises.
Eventually, I save up enough money to upgrade my antenna so that the next few towns can also tune in. That does so well that I expand to the entire state, and then the whole US, and then large swaths of the world.
One day, one of the radio hosts goes on a racially charged rant. It makes the vast majority of my listeners very uncomfortable. I kick his show off of my radio station because I'm going to start losing listeners and advertisers.
He gets very upset and decides to set up shop on the sidewalk on an overturned milk carton. He rants about how he's being censored, but no one pays much attention to him, because no one believes that he has some sort of legal or moral right to broadcast himself on my radio station, on my frequency, using my electricity.
Last I heard, he had set up his own pirate radio station. A couple people tune in every now and then, but mostly, people have forgotten about him.