As for pigboy the lying paper-rattler and his claim of donating five minutes of his salary to firefighters,
I'll believe it when I see it.  NY Post is not exactly honored for telling the truth.
Isn't their main source of information the Moonies?
Would anyone sane put it past them to try to boost Diarrhea-mouth's sagging ratings?

I say an honest person would be ashamed for accepting dozens of millions of dollars for babbling his
ignorant insanity, and even that for only half an hour per day.  Most of his (and the rest of the hate-talking heads)
fifteen-hour sit-on-their-butt "work" week is taken up with advertising, "clips" and sheer, leaden repetition.

If the so-called conservatives, who keep spewing that "anyone can make something of themselves in this
great country of ours if they just work hard for it" really believed that, instead of hiding behind the mantra
of "I've got mine, screw you" -- then firefighters would be multi-millionaires, and talking heads would be
on minimum wage, and that only for the amount of time they actually came up with something original
instead of re-reading each other.

Imagine you're a 55-year-old firefighter, like a friend of mine.  Your salary isn't enough to pay rent
on two bedrooms.  You get food and sleep whenever you can snatch it.  You get called out at 0200
(2 in the morning) because some fat broad has set fire to her bedroom with her cigarette, or some brat
has been playing with matches while his drunken parents snoozed, or some low-life repukelican tenement
owner has allowed thirty poor people to sleep in a firetrap built for six, charging them illegally high rents
under the table in exchange for not snitching on the one who hasn't got a green card, which has become
a furnace roaring fifty feet high by the time your engine gets through the traffic.  Or that you're slogging
through the swamps in Florida or the mountains in California trying to put out a wildfire a hundred miles
across, because droughts and storms (caused by global warming, which "needs more study,"
according to those who never passed third grade), your trucks and pumps and breathing-air gear is
obsolete and falling apart thanks to "no new taxes," your health insurance won't pay to treat the burns
on your arms and face, and if you get trapped behind that wall of fire, your wife gets a pretty piece of
paper in a plastic frame and your kids get nothing at all.

Now compare that to the 55-year-old who sleeps ten or fifteen hours a day, depending on how much
cocaine he's snorted and cheap Texas booze he's drunk, whose wife and kids get everything handed
to them gratis and break the law with impunity, who is "amazed" that the job "follows him around."
Who throws a temper tantrum when, once a month or so, someone asks him a question that he hasn't
got on his script, snarling at them and showing his true, incompetent, hateful, worthless nature, and daddy
has to send his CIA goons to quash the story of his stupidity and malevolence.  (
For repukelican dimwits, that means "evil.")

If the slimeball talking heads were ever required to do a single hard day's work, they would learn what
scum they are and humbly beg forgiveness of liberals before the day was out.  Not a single one of the lazy
whiny little liars would go into a burning building for a million dollars, much less for their thirty pieces of silver.

Take THAT to bed with your whores, Fox-Limbaugh-Liddy-blah-blah-blah