Take A Damn Break And Pay Attention

 SLOW DOWN --take a break. All of you. Quit thinking about what you think is important and worry about what is important.


I speak from experience because a life filled with anxiety sucks. That's why I say, slow down. Concentrate on things that matter like your family, your health, your well-being. Screw the Facebook and Twitter every now and then. They're not that important in the long run; matter of fact in the short run too.


The other night I went to the Warriors playoff game and saw some of the few press friends that I can talk too; while schmoozing with the gang I noticed a few of the --I'll call them the ego schlubs --that sounds about right--they were glued to their smart-ass phones and oblivious to the surroundings. Good for them, in a way, their life reduced to staring at an electronic device. What tranquility. They need to slow down too and look in the mirror because at some point it won't be such a big deal and they'll have to deal with real life and real-life issues.


The past six months has been traumatic. Eye-opening too. Out of misery and anxiety and feeling down for all the various reasons and worrying about things out of my control I figured out the biggest things in life, I thought, are real meaningless after all. I'm trudging into Dr. Phil territory and don't mean to inject therapy into the equation but we worry too much and are concentrated on various things, ideas, events most of which are insanely trivial. We all need to collectively check our ego at the door. SLOW DOWN! Relax. Don't carry grudges like I used to 'cause it's not worth it. Fight the real fight, the good fight and pay no attention to the posers. They're living in a fantasy world based on half-truths and delusional state-of-being. If they only knew how worthless it all is, under the circumstances, then they themselves would get out from under the shell and sort of figure it out but they are in eternal denial. I was there too one day and have, thank god, realized how much a fraud I became because I used to think all of this meant something--it doesn't.


I am hopeful that this registers for some of you. Everyone. Media, civilians, armed guards, sports pundits, everyday people. Individuals who take pictures of their parking passes. Credentialed sports cable behemoths. Drinkers. Smokers. Bloggers and other assorted sociopaths who take pictures and selfies.


The big picture needs your assistance. Membership has its privileges.


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Another Rant from the SF Blogger Tired of All the Bullshit And You Meaningless Asshole Posers

 IT'S TIME WE GOT SOMETHING STRAIGHT..one of those periodic updates about what I care about, what I don't care about; the state of all of you here and you're healthy ego, what's important and what is not; some truthiness to steal a word.


*Let's begin with the fact that those of you that come here a lot and a lot of you do, be you media people, sales guys, normal people, lunatics, assholes, you know...first off you're lucky I give a damn and give you any satisfaction, let alone bloating your already insufferable egos.


Most of you, if not all are POSERS. You were lucky enough to land a job and you're getting paid peanuts today and are willing to sell what little soul you have, if any, in your quarter brain. You're zombies. You're in bed with the assholes who stomp on you collectively every day and laugh their ass off at your amazingly transparent gullibility. Assholes. Cokeheads. You think I really give a shit about your opinion? Ha ha Ha. Please, spare me the bullshit.


I don't trust any of you. You are primarily the reason why people get hemorrhoids. You inflate your importance. I write about you and am frank about you in the most honest of ways because it's too easy. Stop and gather yourself. Hey you, anchor babe? You ain't shit. You too, radio host with the nasal voice and assholes, especially at 55 Hawthorne. Screw you. Smell the roses too because all the bragging in the world about getting nickels for doing shitty radio doesn't hide your kiss-ass, your brown nose giddy, you piece of crap. You're one bad book away from being shown your ass the door and have to be like Gil Gross.




**About Zwerling: He's an advocate. MY advocate. And he's honest too and he doesn't give a flying fuck about personal shit and believes in me, as do I, so goddamn right I'm going to print his message, at least he's up front and honest unlike you primitive POSERS who don't possess an ounce of ingenuity and originality if your life depended on it.


I asked Zwerling to pen an HONEST assessment about me. I asked that he be as genuine as possible and that I wouldn't edit unless he was crass and/or mean and cruel. I could have done without the vitamin stuff but I left it in because it's a part of his business and has become central in his success. He doesn't run me, control me , what I have to say, not a thing. And I don't mix in his business. I respect the fact that he's up front with me and I don't have to deal with back rumors and innuendo like the rest of 'yous working dickheads who are beholden to cretins and schmuck consultants who only made it because they had to swallow or kiss a lot of ass. That's never been in my M.O. I am who I am, for better or worse and those of you who know me well know that I work hard and I'm sincere and for the most part, too honest. And that's quite all right with me because I don't need the business to define me, make me whole--it's not about that. I can say that and will always say that because I already had my day in the sun and will, one day soon, tell it all like it is for those of you that resonate to and enjoy my work. And even to those of you that don't I'm all good about my place so enough with all your back-biting jabs. You don't hurt me a bit.


You're damn fucking lucky anybody in this town pays attention to you at all. I'm the only schmuck who gives you any such feedback, let alone acknowledgement, so don't flatter yourself.


RADNICH? I write a commentary about him, try to keep it straight and simple based on a few good words on the street and all of a sudden, I'm a Radnich apologist. You damn idiots. Yeah, occasionally I try to keep it objective and I get grief over a goddamned straight piece. I don't care much for Gary anymore but to try to keep this spot credible and relevant, I will try to write without any vindictive agenda. It's tough but I follow forward.


Same thing for OWENS too. I find the man professionally repugnant but even though his career is in the eight inning, I'll still listen every now and then to see if he can still interview. I'm sick of all the mattress ads but that's life. He'll have to live with that black mark on his legacy, whatever's left of it, the rest of his professional life.


ABOUT THIS BLOG and ME: It began as a hobby. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would get the amount of attention that I get writing this --everybody comes here and that's cool. But I'm tired of the constant bitching and moaning. It has to stop or I will stop and don't think for a moment what your life would be like without this real estate in your life.


And another thing: I'm hip to people who know what I'm doing here. They get it. They know what's important and what is not. They CONTRIBUTE too. And without their contributions, I'm all mush and done like where I'm at close to being without readers donation$. Selling ads is tough when you're writing items and trying to check on tips. Like I said, if KQED can have 10 pledge breaks a day, certainly I can ask that those of you that love me, hate me, love and hate me, this site, throw some donor money my way. I'm supposed to work for free? No. Sorry. That was yesterday.


Oh, but Rich, quit being so damn sensitive if you hit like you do you have to take it back, oh really? Only my hits are out there with MY NAME on it. I don't hide and cower like most of you do and you all know who you are. Some of you work behind the camera. Many of you are behind the Cumulus microphones. If I call you out, label you a phony, it's MY name there. So don't give me the being sensitive shit. Really, spare me.


THIS IS A BLOG. I'm proud of what I do. Some days are better than others. Many of you gave me shit about posting pictures of pretty women anchors as if I was being offensive, hey, get a clue! As much as being informative I have to be entertaining too--it's called basic public relations. If anything you should congratulate me and honor me with acknowledging some of the most beautiful people in the Bay Area. You want pictures of Milt Kahn, this is not the site to come to, (obscure reference.)


YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I'm angry. I don't need all this aggravation, really I don't and it will get to the point that 415 Media fades to black and then all of you will get cranky and feel just as crummy as I do.


Because of all this blather my life has been altered. A really gross detour. I need to lose weight and I will because I'm being honed for TV and I'd like to live longer. And beyond that I'm not going to be specific but I'll alert you when it comes to fruition and it will.


Radio? For the past 6 months I've had to take personal abuse about my "alleged radio show." I was never fired--hell, I was barely even hired! Zwerling took to me and offered me a show, albeit on a small station without the slightest bit of 21st century technology, virtually no PR, no app, no website, but I managed to attract listeners, not a lot but enough to gauge further consideration on a larger platform. It's in Zwerling's lap right now and both of us hope to get the new show rolling but it takes time. Either way, I'm happy with where I'm at --again, radio doesn't make me. Health and happiness is first and foremost.


I'm about done for now.


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