Following up on an earlier post about the desert wasteland that is SoCal AM/PM commute radio, I am feeling mean and nasty and just want to drop a steaming deuce on some of these clowns' parades.
In the morning, we are saddled with the sanctimonious, glib, and truly unlistenable while the afternoon features the bloviating genius (Mark Levin) and Mr Cheeto-Face (Glenn Beck) plus John & Ken, sensationalist pot-and-pan bangers on KFI and John Phillips and Jillian Barberie on KABC. Stir into the mix vacuous sports talks shows with their eternal rehasing of the Colon Krapper-knickers stand-up-sit-down-fight-fight-fight non-controversies (someone just shoot him and let's move on), a former all-news station converted to 24/7 Hindu music (I kid you not), and mile-wide and a mile deep of Hispanic stations pounding out Salsa, Ranchera, and Mariachi.
Some days, I get home and swear I can see bits of my brain leaking out of my ears.
While my fervent hope is that either Levin or Beck (or both) tank so badly in their ratings that they move someone like Larry Elder into do the drive slot. Tah man is fervent, impetuous, driven, and a great listen.But, that said, this bag job is about one of the aforesaid personalities who has just flat turned me off ~~ and, believe me, I do the same to her!
Jillian "Ben Wa Balls" Barbarie (left) is an otherwise good-looking woman who co-hosts with Phillips on KABC as I mentioned. But, after you get past her looks, what she talks about and how she talks are a distinct member-wilterer. If it has anything to do with sex, she's on it like -- er -- a dog on a bone.
Incessantly!
She must be a fucking nymphomaniac!
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My wish is that someone would attach her to the business end of a steam pile driver so the earth will move and she will finally STFU.
