We have a team here in Chicago whose inanity and moronic-ness is only exceeded by their popularity–Eric and Cathy.
Once I got a taste of their shenanigans, I switched to either CD’s or NPR. AirAmerica when I can get it to come in (but I hate the ads).
I really don’t care who was caught at work in their underwear or who passed gas in the Board meeting.
Plus, they play the same 10 songs over and over again…ugh.
He’s dead.
And he went to college (Brooklyn College) with my mother. Gave me a good excuse to watch Wild Wild West.
And to answer the OP:
No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public. Nuff said.
Yay eleanorigby, I love you.
Those two are the most intolerable clowns ever. It’s as though they held a contest to find the two stupidest people in the Milky Way.
The only reason I ever tune them in is to play the game I invented. It’s called “How long will it take for them to say something so stupid I can’t listen any longer”
Average game time length: under 2 minutes. (Not counting music)
Secret hint to the aforementioned BIL: One of the people regularly appearing on their show (staff) is one of the BIL’s and my sister’s good friends. Last summer, the Bus Kid (who at the time was considering a broadcast career, but she WISED UP), met with this person who “guaranteed” her an internship whenever she wanted it. She came home and we had a hearty, secret laugh at the thought of her working with Eric and Cathy.
Nitpick: Haltom City is a suburb (of about 40,000) of Fort Worth and it’s in the middle of a bunch of other suburbs so that you can’t really tell where one ends and the next begins; not really a small town.
When I was in school I thought about working in radio. Took a lot of radio and sound editing classes in J-school. But after interning at every radio station in town, I realized that the only reason to work in radio is because nobody else will hire you. The money sucks, DJs are told when to talk by a computer, and the people who own the stations make used car salesmen look like decent, caring folk.
When I was in school I thought about working in radio. Took a lot of radio and sound editing classes. But after interning at every radio station in town, I realized that the only reason to work in radio is because nobody else will hire you. The money sucks, DJs are told when to talk by a computer, and the people who own the stations make used car salesmen look like decent, caring folk.
That reminds me - you’ve also got an insipid columnist ‘team’ at the Tribune, Smich and Zorn. Are these Eric and Cathy people worse?
I think it’s because a search warrant is a unique document in that it givres the police almost a carte blance to do whatever they like with your property, as long as there is any reason to believe there is evidence of a crime to be found. They can pull up your floorboards, cut open your couch cushions. Who pays for fixing it? You do. What happens if they got the address wrong? If they acted in good faith, tough shit. These fuckheads managed to exceed the mandate of this document.
You don’t eat the food from the premises you’re executing a search warrant on; neither do you make a pass at a woman you’ve taken into custody. If these idiots made it to detective, they should know that. If they knew it would get them fired and they did it anyway, how do you not fire them?
When you have been handed that kind of power, you have a greater responsibility not to abuse it than if you’re, say a thirsty fireman with a pen from the office in his pocket.
Radio stations don’t hire idiots.
Deejays are cultivated in a lab, much like mycelial products. The original line was developed accidentally by British scientists during the Cold War in what has come to be known as the “Smashie and Nicey” incident. Initially, it was hoped that the humanoid lifeforms spawned from that event could be used to further biomedical research without pissing of the RSPCA by jeapordizing innocent rhesus monkeys, but the subjects’ logorrhea, poor personal hygiene and unstoppable compulsion to play Bachman Turner Overdrive into the ground made laboratory conditions unbearable.
Since then, the British government has been bringing in some revenue by exporting deejay blanks to classic rock radio stations all over the world, which is why they all sound exactly alike. They’re very economical, because they have the complacency that comes with the absence of a central nervous system, and take no sustenance apart from the energy produced by overproduced pop music and chat-format commercials, which they absorb through membranes on their greasy foreheads.
InkBlot…XM Radio.
Seriously.
Far worse because it’s compunded by the fact that we must also listen to them laugh at how amusing they are.