There IS a God.
Now that I have your attention, allow me to elaborate.
It was another peaceful easy feeling this weekend from the Hawthorne Center for Institutional Awful - SF Radio Division - for a change.
The 49ers not only won, but gave Karel his walking papers at least for the weekend. He was off both Saturday and Sunday, fortunately. Off Saturday to allegedly "walk the red carpet on assignment to interview actors and stars for the Emmys or something" gushed Christine Craft, filling in on Saturday. Sunday, the 49ers on Sunday Night Football on NBC silenced Karel, with the ball game at Candlestick on the Niners new radio home on KGOne eight-one-oh.
I'm thinking this "assignment" is so much BS, as Karel detests being pre-empted by anything -- especially, as he said two weeks ago "by some sort of sport." He hates "all kinds of sport" and that includes the 49ers, the America Cup, golf, midget tossing, horseshoes or anything. Nah, this had to be about him being ticked off being pre-empted and another reason for Pat Thurston to not have to talk with him in a "transition."
I loved it.
Christine was her usual good self, except the idea of her house blowing up this week, thanks to PG&E repairs to a gas line being installed for a neighbor's huge domain in Sacramento was a bit over the top, even by Christine Craft's standards.
Karel was probably doing a "column" for the HuffPo and used that as an excuse to bail. Who in the hell would want to be interviewed of any name by this moron?
But ... I digress.
Let's pick on Mo' She Don't Know, Maureen Langon. You know, the real comic "not standing."
Sorry, but this hack is horrible. Not getting better but getting worse -- lots worse. Why does Cumulus feel as humorless as it is by putting this tripe on the radio? Is it audition week on-the-air again on a 50,000 watt blowtorch in the nation's 4th largest market again? Is this a sick form of round-robin tourney to see just how long she stays on the air "learning" about talk radio before hosehead Hosely and batboy Jared Hart literally haul her ass off the air and out of the Cumulus building?
Case in point.
She opens the "show" Sunday with a topic after the waaaay too long Niner's post-game frivolity, by talking about that goofball amateurish anti-Muslim 14-minute "film" on YouTube that has sparked violence and death of an American diplomat, Chris Stevens, and other Americans in the Middle East over the past few days. The rioting in Cairo, in Libya, Yemen and wherever extremists gather in the Middle East has played out on CNN, Fox News, MSNBC, Current TV, ABC, NBC, CBS, Shop NBC, the Jewelry Channel, the Weather Channel, QVC, the Shopping Network, and on and on. OK, we get it.
Langon then proceeds for a full hour to try to comedisize the riots, fires, rampage and, to only a limited degree, the deaths of those involved. The comedic comedown was lost within her first four words of opening her mouth including "I am Maureen Langon." She was absolutely and revoltingly clueless. At least Karel would have ranted, raved and primped over fake rage about why this is all the Republican's fault, but Langon was just as clueless ... and then some.
She then switches topics, mercifully, in hour number two, where the hit of the hour for this self-proclaimed "journalist" as she admitted (as does Karel) was about "Mama Kardashian", Kris Jenner, who for some unknown reason found herself on the Today Show last Tuesday with Savannah Guthrie on Tuesday, Sept. 11th, talking about her breast implants during the time the nation, the President and the First Lady paused for a moment of silence commemorating the date.
It was horrid to see and NBC must have blown the phone circuits with all the calls, complaints and emails that marked a bad day at 30 Rock in New York.
So, Langon does nearly a show on that event to no buzz on the radio. Awful.
And, lastly, some comedienne that few have ever heard of and Langon, herself a comedienne that few have ever heard of outside fleeting appearances in has-been clubs and equally has-been radio and TV shows (like Karel, in fact) comes on to talk about the Purple Onion in SF closing and other pleasantries.
Well, if that wasn't fun enough from a comedic voice few could understand and is playing in SF for, oh, $18 a ticket ... now that's high priced talent, Maureen doesn't end there.
She goes on for, oh, 45 minutes, about the wackiness of Kate Middleton, the future Queen of England, getting snapped by a French photographer about a MILE AWAY while the wife of the future King was out semi-nude sunbathing and slathering suntan lotion on hubbies back, while showing her "perkiness" if you will by having the most displayed boobies of anyone in the Royal Family's history.
This certainly made the 49ers win over the Lions pale by comparison. It made Al Michaels pale by comparison. It made Chris Collinsworth pale by comparison. Even Tony Dungy paled by comparison.
Her show is that bad. Really, really bad.
Karel must have tripped on the red carpet on his pumps, thigh slapping listening to something as silly as his "show" on KGOne.
A sad, sad shame. Together, they make Bloomburg West a laughfest.
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