KITU-TV
Beaumont, Texas
Channels Digital: 33 (UHF)
Affiliations TBN
Owner Community Educational Television, Inc.
(a subsidiary of Trinity Broadcasting Network, Inc.)
First air date June 1986[1]
Former callsigns KITU (1986-2005)
Former channel number(s) Analog:
34 (UHF, 1986-2009)
Former affiliations independent (1986)
Transmitter power 500 kW
Height 312 m
Facility ID 12896
Transmitter coordinates 30°10′39.3″N 93°54′26.6″W / 30.177583°N 93.907389°W / 30.177583; -93.907389
Website KITU's page on CET's website

KITU-TV is a religious television station in Beaumont, Texas, broadcasting locally on channel 34 as an affiliate of TBN. Founded November 21, 1984, the station is owned by TBN, under the license name of Community Educational Television.

This station's digital signal, like most other full-service TBN owned-and-operated stations, carries five different TBN-run networks.

Channel Video Label Programming
34.1 480i TBN Main TBN programming
34.2 TCC The Church Channel
34.3 JCTV
34.4 Enlace Enlace USA
34.5 SOAC Smile of a Child TV

TBN-owned full-power stations permanently ceased analog transmissions on April 16, 2009.

References [link]

  1. ^ The Broadcasting and Cable Yearbook says June 21, while the Television and Cable Factbook says June 20.

External links [link]




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Cathy Davey

by: Cathy Davey

You should save things, we should save things
But I don't, I lose things, I lose things
I lost the whole thing in one go
When it could have been saved but I let it go
It was my heart drive, it won't obey me
Takes that information, fills my memory
It churns out non-sense when I reload
I have to decode every single sentence
I don't pour whisky down my neck at night
I don't go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor
I take good care of you, but you like to attack
By coagulating everything before handing at back
We should save things but I don't, I break things, I break things
I broke my baby, my newest baby
When I could have saved it all but I let it go
It was a major and it started slow
It had a rhythm that could make you move in ways you didn't know
It had this wall of string and a lingering feeling
But it's all gone thanks to yours truly
I don't pour whisky down my neck at night
I don't go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor
I take good care of you, but you like to attack
By coagulating everything before handing at back
You take a chainsaw and drive it centreline
Straight through my insides when I lose my mind
I'm changing over to a Mac, if you don't give my files back
And it better be intact or it's scrapheap for you




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