Monday, November 10, 2008

Dr. Freud, to the Radio Ward Please

One of the many reasons (None of which, by the way, apply to you, Outlander!) to live in sunny, stupid California is to be at the very center of the media universe, that is, the entire known universe. This comes in especially handy for armchair socio-cultural critics & other such loudmouths. Bloggers & radio hosts, to give but two examples.

Here in SoCal we can hear luminaries like Hugh Hewitt & Dennis Prager do a little shilling for local advertisers that those of you away from the belly of the entertainment beast are deprived of. (Still no reason to move here, though.) One of the local clients is an insulated window installer. Hewitt trying to sell his audience on the benefits of environmentally sound, money-saving windows is as ironic as we can stand.
Even more amusing is Prager pimping his friend, so & so the tailor. ("And he is my friend," Dennis adds. You betcha!)

Best of all is Hugh Hewitt extolling the virtues of Turducken (if you don't know: A turkey stuffed w/ a chicken which is then stuffed w/ a duck, or maybe the chicken goes in the duck, how should we know, which is then baked or roasted or broiled or another of those cookery things) as provided by some Cajun outfit. This may be a nation-wide sponsor, in the grand American tradition of buying your steaks from Omaha & having them shipped to you via FedEx; those of you w/ the intestinal fortitude may be able to hear it anywhere.

Hugh is mentioning the newest twist in poultry excess, the Turducken stuffed w/ "pheasant," but the moron pronounces it "peasant." As in "Turducken stuffed w/ peasant." (Unless ...) We heard this twice w/in ten minutes today, a good indication of how little demand for advertising there really is on Hugh's program. (The angry white moron quaking in religious & socio-cultural fear may no longer be the sought after demographic it was.) The advert being recorded indicates that not only Hugh but his staff are all deaf &/or ignorant, or, better yet, that Hugh is such a stupid jerk that the staff all hate him & are getting a good laugh every time it plays, as Hugh sits there in rabid bliss.

All of the above, of course, merely an excuse to use the infamous TBogg Hewitt shot. Ick. Lay off that Turducken, big boy.

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