Did anyone ever listen to Coast To Coast AM? If not, you really should, if only to listen to the incredible raving lunacy of the callers and the patronizing tone of the announcers. I mean, this stuff is comedy gold. You couldn’t in a million years make up some of the stuff these guys come up with.
Last night I had the unique pleasure of listening to “Sir” Schmuckboy Shocktreatment III (OK, really, his name is Sir Charles Shults III, of Orlando, Florida(a knight?!?! In Florida?!?!)), who was discussing his plans to put satellites into orbit, gather energy from the sun, and beam it in microwaves down to the receiving stations here on Earth, all for the eventual low cost of 3 cents per kilowatthour. He further suggested that China was doing everything they could to be in accordance with the Kyoto Treaty (which, by the way, is not applicable to them and the assertion is not true in any case), and as a result would be willing to pony up $10 billion dollars for development.
Here’s a clue, guy. I’ll give you $10 to develop a tinfoil hat that will actually work for you, because you need all the help you can get.
Anyway, they get all manner of lunatic on that show, and since I’m sitting in a pickup truck guarding a flightline overnight I have plenty of time to listen to this stuff. There’s all manner of mind control, UFO, and end of the world pseudo-scientific psychic idiotbabble, and I have to believe that the callers are sincere in their beliefs, which scares me to no end. The hosts, however, I’m not sure about. Art Bell, apparently, is famous enough to merit a Wikipedia article although I must say that I had never heard of him. He appears to be a crank, but it’s entirely possible that he’s doing a Pete Venkman “World of the Psychic” routine and faking it. On the other hand, George Noory looks like a certified loon.
A few questions to ponder, folks. Where do these people come from? Are there that many morons out there that this show is that successful, or are most of the listeners seeking depraved amusement like me? And last, how do I get a gig like this?
If the only requirement for success is to act crazy, you can bet your bippy that by tomorrow I’ll be running down the street naked with green jello on me talking to every lamppost I see. I’d then have the cred to host something this stupid.
If you get the chance, I suggest you listen to this show at least once, so you can realize how wonderful it is that you have some semblance of normalcy and rational thought. But be warned, it’s eerily addicting, kind like the gory Internet stuff that you click on even though it disgusts you. Even better, listen to it in the shower or bath and save yourself the walk to the bathroom, because you’ll feel a bit dirty after listening.