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Edited on Wed Oct-24-07 09:05 PM by EST
all day, tuned to a St. Louis all-talk radio station. After the deaths of some of the long term talent and management at the station, they changed the whole thing, radically.
One of the, in my opinion, stupid changes they made was to put that gawdawful mush lumpbutter on, 11am 'til 2. The tiny town (village) where I worked was certainly no liberal bastion but there were some there, plus me. One of the callers, one day, was a guy who lived right there and he got in--I recognized his voice--and I knew a lot about him. A right wing zealot, he had a shitty little job, fifty miles away, lived in a super el-cheapo old house, drove a shabby, two hundred dollar, rusted out yellow truck, was tighter than the bark on a tree and was the original Ebeneezer Scrooge. He demonstrated little of the milk of human kindness, was a money grubbing snot with few talents, a gun nut, cheated everybody he could get away (in a sneaky, covert fasion) with and hated liberals.
He was actually pretty smart, no haunted genius, but could carry on a fairly deep conversation and thought he knew everything there was that was worth knowing.
He believed all the stereotypes, viscerally, and was uninterested in any challenge to his self satisfied beliefs, was fairly religious and bad mouthed his wife when not around her but kowtowed and sucked up to her when she was present.
He talked big man talk and bragged about his willingness to do violence to those whom he thought opposed to him, but, when fiercely confronted, he backed off, mumbling the old "wait'll next time" bullshit. I was as friendly toward him as I could be, in our fairly limited exchanges, and engaged in the occasional repartee, really kind of looking for friendship with someone near my own age. It did not work out, for obvious reasons.
This description might give a pretty good picture of the average limbooger caller and avid "dildo head."
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