MyMedialogy : Presidential Race to the End of My Nerves


Once a upon a time, a well respected program director at a beloved Chicago radio station reached out to a hyper opinionated blogger/writer/shittalker/rihannabiggieamylover/facebookaddict, and asked if she would like to share her thoughts on his station.

“Thoughts?” she wondered.  “Thoughts on what?” she asked aloud.

“Anything you want,” he responded.

She sat back and thought about it.

Nope can’t talk about that, mama’s gonna listen.  Nope can’t talk about that, that happened two weeks ago.  Nope can’t talk about that, cuz you do want them to invite you back.

Sad and uninspired, our fearless blogger sat back, <redacted>, stared dead-eyed and slack jawed at the beauty outside her window, and shouted “Eureka!” to her plant, aptly named “Junior Walter.” Nonplussed, and unable to process nor return human thoughts, speech or fux, Junior Walter just sat there.

Slowly the most sly of grins emerged on the lips that birthed some of the most foul mouthed words the world had ever heard.

The rest, kids?  Well, click below to judge for yourself.


This commentary also can be heard at 9:20am, 5:20pm and 11:55pm cst (or is it cdt – who cares.  central time, suckas) on WVON 1690 on ya AM DIAL or at online.



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