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I wrote the other day about how my son Nate has taken to booing things that cause him displeasure. While I do not relish being the target of said booing on a routine basis (which means I must be doing something right as a parent, yes?), I appreciate the concept. I think we should bring back the idea. Perhaps it's time to begin a campaign of civil booing. Let's express our displeasure with the time-tested sound of unhappiness, disapproval and disdain.

We're going to need a list, People of the Internets. Will you help?

For example, I believe that Rupert Murdoch deserves a huge, long, rowdy booing. Rather like the boos you hear coming from the House of Commons during one of their more raucous sessions.

Murdoch deserves the booing for what he's done to our political system, our media and our national discourse. He's the guy sporting the engineer's cap on the Crazy Train. If you don't think a big part of the reason this nation, nay this world, is in the mess it's in, comes courtesy of the Right Wing media monopoly in so many places without a strong opposition message, then you need to come visit me.

In a place like this, perfectly normal people would argue that the grass is blue and the sky is green if Fox News and the red-faced rich guys who spray spit all over their radio studio microphones, decided to pump out that falsehood for half a week. 24/7 messaging is powerful stuff, Girlfrand.

So yes, Murdoch, you get booed. I don't care if you're old. I don't even care if you're down. Imma gonna boo you.

Booing cuts both ways. I'd like to boo my son Nate. He said he'd bring me the Netflix Forrest Gump movie so we could mail it back and where is that damn DVD? Not in the red envelope. I'm a busy woman. I need people to hold up their end of the deal.

My list of boo targets is enormous, but I don't want to appear greedy. It's Friday according to fourteen million unimaginative people on Facebook so let's loose. Time for cleansing vent so we can get on with the weekend fun.

Mind you, this exercise is pure venting. It's not going to change a thing. When it comes to change, I'm offering up radical ideas on my other blog. Here, at That's Why, I'm all about the vent today. So have at it.

Who would you boo? The target can be micro and/or macro. Think big. Think that guy at the office who chews with his mouth open. Don't limit yourself. Who would you boo?