I have insomnia, and the liner from Alan Keyes Is Making Sense is having a weird, hypnotic effect on me. If you have not heard the liner, it sounds like some hopped up top-40 DJ with a slightly raspy/nasal voice (you know the kind- the ones on the parts of the dial you ignore, where they say things like “Hot Rockin’, Hit Crankin’, 97 WLRX” and then play Madonna or something). At any rate, this DJ-like voice shouts out at every commercial break:
Alan Keyes is Making Sense! Stop yelling at the TV. He can’t hear ya!
Then you hear Alan Keyes chuckle.
It is, to say the least, unnerving, particularly when combined with copious amounts of the original green death Nyquil.