I wasn’t planning on even bothering this time out, but things change.
Anyway, The numbers are in…
The NYC Arbitron Abbattior 05/29/07:
WABC (Rush, Hannity): 3.7 (.2 gain); 5th overall
WOR (O’Reilly, Savage): 2.0 (.1 loss); 20th overall
WWRL (New Air Idiot): 0.6; (.1 loss) 33th overall
Air Idiot once again loses share to their former station, WLIB, which switched to Gospel, and has seen their monthly numbers rise. At this point, the only reason AAR is even bothering with a NYC Metro broadcast is just to be able to say–with a straight face–that they actually are broadcasting in the biggest market.
As an added bonus (ie: piling on) JYB has this lovely bit of news:
Janeane Garofalo records used to break prisoners
As someone who tried listening to that shrew, I can understand the reasoning behind using her whiny yapping as a means to break someone’s soul.
Even though the entire Arbitron setup is fixed (and is actually going through changes right now, as they are switching from diaries to an electronic (chortle!!) system…
I do believe there are enough white senior citizens, cops, firemen, and sanitation workers in New York left to draw up WABC’s numbers.
I checked back into this blog’s history, and, apparently, you’ve spoken of Air America in extremely disparaging terms even prior to the Green Piece’s takeover of the network and I confess to being curious. Why?
I’ve actually come to like Janeane Garofalo over there years-I saw her with Henry Rollins and Marc Maron at a show recently. Although my positions agree with Janeane’s way more often than they do not, I’m not sure she was a great match for radio. I believe she’s extremely intelligent…I also believe she realizes this, and she definitely uses it as a weapon against others, but this is true of Lionel as well, and Lionel does not possess even a fraction of Garofalo’s native intelligence and insults his audience with nothing but utter BS and stoned logic to back himself up, and he gets a pass.
I’m curious as to what drives the New York listener to reject anything of substance, just because it’s challenging, for the crap that’s out there.
WWRL doesn’t broadcast Sam Seder in New York because Seder was critical of AIPAC and brought guests on that reinforced his opinion.
Bush hack Armstrong Williams and the simpering Sam Greenfield (yeah, THERE’S a melodic, resonant voice in the morning) are on, not because of any “agreement with WWRL” (please), but because Cenk Ugyur has been (again) critical of Republican policy toward Israel (of course, the fact that he is an ideological conservative is used as an excuse for the Young Turks not “blending” into the New York morning-show juggernaut. Malloy (IMHO the best host on AAR’s original lineup) was bounced…now what do you think he talked about that could have been particularly upsetting in New York??
I’m sure you get my drift. And folks like me understand that we have no media of our own, although we represent the vast majority.
One more thing.
I’m FLABBERGHASTED that you’d waste time talking about “shrews” on AAR when Garofalo hasn’t even been on the station for a year, and the leading New York outlet of government-controlled rightard radio broadcasts both Laura Ingraham and Monica Crowley?
Ever heard Janeane’s impression of “Senator Katherine Harris”?
RIOT!
The reason why this morbidly obese self-described waddler spews bile toward Air America is because he is like all nasty rightists: mean, vicious, reactionary to the core, mentally disturbed due to his flatulent waddling’s utter repulsion to females, who will not even respond to fifty dollar bills. Just take a look at the pasty lardasses of the right, stuffed into double wide barcoloungers in single wide trailers watching Faux News with a sneer through seven chins. These are the people who have brought America to its lowest ever, the absolute pariah nation of the world due to fat rednecks like this waddler.
Oh, and before you start spewing your threats, I actually came down there after you threatened me to check you out and confirmed this. How grotesquely pathetic. I was the Navy SEAL who introduced myself to you at your hideous compound one day.
Air America Still Floundering
It’s no surprise libs want to socialize the airwaves. Leaving them at the mercy of the free market results in a pratfall. Even in NYC, a metropolitan area infested with moonbats by the millions, Err America can’t begin to compete…
“I was the Navy SEAL who introduced myself to you at your hideous compound one day.”
Interesting…..
“….moonbattery.com….”
VERY interesting!!
I checked back into this blog’s history, and, apparently, you’ve spoken of Air America in extremely disparaging terms even prior to the Green Piece’s takeover of the network and I confess to being curious. Why?
Christ hash, if you actually did go back through the Air idiot posts, you’d have read that my original beef with them was that their business plan sucked, and i was pissed they knocked that sweet, sweet steel drum beat off the airwaves.
And Colt? What the hell is it with you and variations of the word “waddle,” eh? I mean, I know you took your favorite brew as a handle, but do you goddamn bathe in that crap? Does us all a favor: cite where I “self-described” as that.
Besides, as a married man who has recently spent more dough on home improvements than you likely make in a year, arguing with you just is not cost effective for me.
Oh, and before you start spewing your threats, I actually came down there after you threatened me to check you out and confirmed this. How grotesquely pathetic. I was the Navy SEAL who introduced myself to you at your hideous compound one day.
O RLY? And when did that happen, skippy? If you had shown up (as you claim) I’d have loosed the dogs on you while fetching a Mossberg named “Bertha” to blow you into the afterlife.
Here’s your “morbidly obese” boy, troll, playing with da Bootz dog.
He’s the baby, only 65 pounds and his shoulder barely makes my knee, yet he could easily tear your “SEAL” ass apart. The other two would scare you right back into your mamma’s basement, if they didn’t take you down on sight. (See, that’s where your lie shines; my “compound” is guarded by two pyschopathic canines who–as their operating rule–knock down and hold anyone uninvited in place until I say “down now!”… you’d never have made it up the driveway, little boy. If I ain’t home, they get bored and maul.
Me? A piece of shit like you couldn’t deal with trying to eat a meal like me.
Agita would be your upside.
But keep talking your BS, skip.
I’m just curious as to who you refer to specifically, when you refer to AAR as “Air Idiot”, that’s all. I’m certainly no apologist for Air America, but at least I can articulate WHY.
WABC and WOR are hardly good examples of objective reporting and intelligent opinion, and it could well be argued that the management of both are hardly paragons of business acumen themselves, running their respective legacies into the ground.
So what gives?
Not a “who,” the whole enterprise. They thought they could just waltz into the broadcast radio business with no proven–except for Rhodes–on air talent. They further thought they could compete with proven radio pros even though none of their executives had any real world experience in the field, because they were operating from the premise that there was a HUGE audience just waiting for them to hit the airwaves (even though there was no evidence to back that belief).
It was the idea that they could launch not a show or two, but an entire day’s airtime–nationally–that earned them the “Idiot” label.
And as far as WABC and WOR, their news reporting is removed from the hosts’ bloviating. Oh, and the make money. As far as “legacies,” gimme a break. FM was killing WABC so they switched formats and became the top-rated talker in NYC.
“And as far as WABC and WOR, their news reporting is removed from the hosts’ bloviating.”
Uh, George Weber and Curtis???
“Oh, and the make money.”
WORI don’t know about that, and I’m not sure it matters.
And the question is, WHO is making the money?
WHO is paying them? (I don’t mean sponsors.)
“became the top-rated talker in NYC”…
Not really….just the one with the most powerful signal, the richest friends, the most political connections, and the ability to reach every white trash subdivsion, bungalow colony, and leafy, affluent WASP suburb down to Charlotte (when I’m up in Quebec, I STILL can hear it on my radio)….
It is official neocon radio, and sadly the only game in town for millions of people.
“…WOR…”
is the worst possible example of talk radio on the New York dial.
I defy you to find me ONE program on AAR that comes close to approaching ANY program on WOR in sheer unlistenability.
Please name me ONE program on WOR that is worthy of broadcast in the New York market.
Joey Reynolds.
I don’t really know why, but his schtick makes me laugh.
Oh, noooooo…..I give up.
Hey, on Friday night’s after 1AM, it’s the only game in town to lull me into sleep.
We usually sleep in Saturday mornings anyway…
How’d your house come out, anyway?
One more….I just learned Bill Mazer is on 3-6 PM on WVOX 1460 (if you can get it…)
The interior stuff came out great: new dining room ceiling; new floor in the kitchen, and two big closets built in the bedroom that we turned into one bigass closet for Wifeâ„¢ that was filled with hanger racks. Also a couple of other little things that needed fixing was taken care of along the way.
Outside, the dilapidated garage was torn down and replaced with two buildings: an 8×10′ shed and a 12×12′ space that’s going to be a “studio” where Wifeâ„¢ can put her drafting table, easels and such. It’s got a skylight and a nice window looking out toward the yard….
Which was absolutely savaged thanks to a big container to haul away the garage and a cement truck to pour the new buildings’ foundations came and left, then a trench had to be dug to run power out to the buildings.
All that’s left for these guys is to put up the new fence and gates. Then I gotta get the living and dining room floors refinished and find a landscaper to get the backyard back in shape….
WTF was I thinking when I decided to start this ball rolling? A twelve K budget will now be hovering around forty-frickin’-five when it’s all said and done.