Your Bartness,
I finally had/made the time to listen to a full
show. On the whole, the feel is one of one guy, armed only
with opinions and tequila, ranting about whatever
topics are the proverbial fennel seed in his Poli-Grip that day.
Friend, foe, casual observer, be warned! Rubbing
Bart the wrong way will earn you a Prestige Class ticket
on the Bartcop Boot Cruise: Port of Call - Your
Sorry Ass!
Woo-hoo! Consider me entertained!
I will continue to manufacture reasons to sit
in my office for 45-minute stretches at a time to catch up.
Most of the time, the Radio Show is your page
without me needin' to do all that thar readin', but the format
allows for you brilliant "moments of clarity"
to expounded upon at lengths that would often prove lenghty
and/or tiresome in a written format. Excellent.
Two particular points merit my chiming in with
alternate viewpoints - not necessarily opposing,
just coming from a different approach.
Bev Harris - The black-box story is important.
Hats off. This "really big, super-mega-biggest story
since the Henry Called His Eclipse at Battle
of Hastings" bullshit must stop. There are only two
reasons for her dog-and-pony show I can imagine:
(1) She wants to be killed and martyred for the
cause. See J R Hatfield, who claimed to be working on
the details of events lightly touched on in "Fortunate
Son" that would have blown the muthaf***ing doors
off the Bush Adminisrtaion when he got suicided
in a Little Rock motel.
Bev, baby, if you've got the ammo - shoot already!
When J R got dead, the proof got disappeared.
Either somehow she thinks that won't happen to
her, or she's counting on it - and she really has nothing.
(2) She wants to be the left's answer to Matt
Drudge - or if she's babe enough for TV, Geraldo.
Shameless self-promotion based on yet-unproven
promises seems to line the pockets these days.
But Bev, baby, the Left doesn't pay for whores,
so you'll have to sell it to the Right or do it the hard way.
Getting people to read you isn't proof.
Getting people to say "Look! People are reading her!" isn't proof.
See Ann Coulter. Selling news is like a
dealing drugs - until you have a reputation for good sh*t, nobody pays
in advance.
Dennis Miller - In his 1998 pre-Nazi-apolgist
book "Ranting Again," Mr. Miller clearly stated that he is a whore
- and a highest-bidder whore at that. We
shouldn't be surprised. (The rants contained in that book are damned funny,
however.)
I am surprised that he can't come up with a joke
that involves anything from the 21st century. It has to be the writers
- his delivery and timing are the same, the message
is paid for, but his background joke material simply hasn't been
updated since the Monday Night Football days.
Also, the BartVoice is good. Deep enough
and strong enough to be taken seriously, but not overpowering.
You've got all the positive technical aspects
of Vulgar PigBoy's presentaion (honestly - if Limbaugh sounded
like Woody Allen or Gilbert Godfried, he wouldn't
be where he is today, eh?), but none of the stilted staginess
- the bullshit pauses for effect, the sharp rises
and falls in tone, the obviously pre-orchestrated spontaneity.
You have only the slightest hint of Okie, enough
to lend credibility to your earnestness - and to make the humor viscous.
To put it in simple, women-in-music-analogy terms,
Rush = Britney Spears, Bart = Chrissie Hynde.
(If you don't like the Pretenders - tough shit.
I do, so from me, it's a compliment!)
Enjoy!
Carl K
Self-Appointed Bartcop Akron Bureau Chief
Carl, thanks for that.
I took the Chrissie Hynde comparison as high praise.