
When I started in talk radio there were simple rules. Don’t argue with kids or women who call. Since most talk hosts are men, that’s just bad form. Be nice. The other rule was don’t attack the person or name call. Be critical of their opinions.
On the night of the shootings at Majory Stoneman Douglas High School, I was watching the opinion shows on the various news channels. One of the shows I watched was Hardball on MSNBC. Chris Matthews had done this show many times before. I wouldn’t be surprised if scripts were reused from previous “school shooting shows.” As expected, the zombies began appearing, the zombies that occupy the Washington swamp – the politicians.
The political advertising spend is not happening for conservative talk radio where I live in Hamilton County, Ohio. Oh, you don’t know about Hamilton County in conservative southwestern Ohio? You may know it as Cincinnati. It’s the conservative Ohio county that voted President Barack Obama into office twice, swinging the entire state to him…
The first time I voted I needed to declare a party preference. Coming of age in the 70’s in the Empire State crime was everywhere. The Son of Sam was following his neighbor’s dog Harvey’s instructions to kill people on Gotham’s mean, unsympathetic streets. Meanwhile, factories upstate were closing, as local restaurants were suggesting people…
We’re about four months until the presidential election and arguably our choice is between two turd candidates. On November 8th, we’ll walk into the voting booth and there will sit two steamers. One, our brain reasons, has whipped cream on top. The other is just plain crap. We’ll stick the ballot in our mouth and…
Translation: If you’re going down, you might as well go down in a memorable way. Donald Trump sure is memorable and the same could have been said about talk radio some 20 years ago. Conservative talk radio and the Republican party are connected, once again trying to energize their common “base.” Each are equally disconnected…
February 2016 marks the 20th anniversary of the Telecommunications Act of 1996. There are no planned celebrations. No parades. No planned parties. You’d think someone, somewhere would have popped open a bottle of Dom Perignon by now. But, nothing. Not even from those who lined their pockets and are clearly to blame for tearing the…