I think most hardcore regulars here know that I’m a musician, and a classical one at that. I have some pretty strong ties to various NPR affiliates in the western region, so it’s not unusual for me to be tuned to NPR during drive time. I heard a discussion about reporting on this story. Not on the story, itself, but on the reporting—with my own ears. Folks, when stone career professionals are on air, hemming, pausing, and going “uhhhhh....” a lot while speaking very slowly and carefully to avoid a topic, it’s not because they don’t know how to work a nationally syndicated radio microphone during drive time. Those fuckers know that they’ve been caught with pants down on this, and you can absolutely hear it in the discussion as *everyone* studiously tries to ignore the tattooed, roid-raging elephant in the room.
I mean, it was really something. Last time I heard that much dead air interspersed throughout an interview, it was because the radio in my old college POS Toyota was on the fritz.
Anyhoo, carry on, by all means, carry on...