- Neil Rogers is dead. 68. Here’s a guy who came out when being gay was anything but accepted. “In 1976, when gay homophobia in South Florida was running rampant with the Orange Juice Queen, Anita Bryant, Neil came out on the air.” [Source] But I will remember him for being one of the sadly few talk radio hosts who reinvented the medium and defied description. Sui generis. Nonpareil. Talk radio today is stilted, homogenized and filled with angry white men trying to out-Rush Rush or a handful of clowns trying the progressive-lib label with equally horrid results. Start with talent, the audience will follow you. Not your label. What’s even more sad is that the climate that allowed a Neil to exist has been replaced by a Wall Street, number-crunching bottom-line world. Podcasting, the internet, broadband WiFi, maybe FM talk — that’s the future of spoken word.
- The idiocy of ceremony, rite, celebrations and holidays. They’re all insane save the anniversary or birthday. That is unique. Collective contrived benevolence is madness.
- Foot worship, Rex Ryan and the hyper-prude MSM. Get over it. How the local media got all over a man who loves his wife and possesses an imagination. How pathetically pathetic. Per usual.
- No labels?! I’ve been advocating that for years. But slightly differently.
- The year in Flawda as Santa how I almost died, bloodied on a driveway all for my sister. (Isn’t that a Johnny Cash song?)
- Santa myths are critical in child neurological and brain development. Object permanence, Piaget. God without the crumbs.
- Instruction manuals for pedophiles are protected by the First Amendment. It’s called a thought. It’s called an idea. This drives some folks crazy. (And that’s not a very long ride.)
And if that’s not enough. The WPIX Yule Log. PIX 11 News, the finest bunch of folks I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. The Yule Log was created in 1966 by Fred M. Thrower, President and CEO of WPIX, Inc. and has been repeated for years by numerous stations. But it all started here. It remains today one of the greatest indicia of man’s genius next to the guitar string winder.