Agree with you Peter. Brudnoy was unique on the radio. He talked to you rather than at you. He listened and then spoke. He heard what was being said and responded to it...specifically. He tired to provoke you to think for yourself rather than just provoke you. He enjoyed and was inspired by ideas and encouraged sharing them...rather than stomping on them or ridiculing them. His show was about ideas, not bluster. He was bright, witty, thoughtful, and funny. I remember many evenings in the car listening to him and thinking it did not matter what the subject of the show was he would engage you. He will be missed because there are none like him.  

When you hear someone like Mr. Webb has committed suicide it does cause you to wonder. I don't really think that's being paranoid, I think it's being open minded and cautious. Same thing in terms of Mr. Kelly. It only benefits those with something to hide for us to swallow the "official story" whole. We should at least chew on it a bit if we are thinking beings. I suppose those who knew Mr. Webb would have a better idea of his state of mind and if they had doubts about the way he died why shouldn't we? My friend John who died a short time ago in  Columbia was listed as a suicide officially. Those who spoke to him just prior to his departure for that country and those of us who knew him well find that story more than a bit hard to swallow. Not to compare Mr. Webb or Mr. Kelly to John but the thing is you do get a feeling for when something is not right. I don't think that instinct is at all paranoia.

I think a better definition of paranoia would be the feeling I got when I returned here to find one of David's responses to me deleted. I got paranoid that perhaps I caused some sort of issue for David and felt bad about that. Then I thought better of that and thought maybe he just got a little ahead of himself in discussing future projects that right now are just too young to discuss. I think I'd call that paranoia on my part.

Hey, should any of us be paranoid for real in this current environment? I mean if we're "blues" who don't quite fit the "red" agenda and we get a bit too mouthy about it do we end up on a list? Is the Baerwald board being monitored? I guess some would say we're not important enough for that but how far away are we from being a "group" that has regular "meetings" to "voice dissent" against the current...ahh...administration (I was considering a few other words here -insert your own. thanks). Basically, I guess I'd ask if you hear any odd clicking sounds when you're on the phone Dan, or if they subject you to a full body cavity search when try to get on a plane.

I ask Dan because, I mean aside from David, he is the leader of this wacky pinko cult we have here. He formed and organized this church of no religion. David is just sort of the Chirst figure that has drawn us together and we know what happens to those guys. Just go rent Mel Gibson's film if you have any fucking questions. I guess that makes Dan the Peter of this outfit. The fucking rock, man! Or maybe he's the Paul...blinded and driven half insane by the light...umm...maybe that's Brad...yeah...Brad makes a better Paul. I mean that haircut alone seems to scream "I'm a guy that's spent too much time staring at the sun!"

All the self-respecting right wingers have run for the hills. Hey, and they won! We're all too bitchy I guess. So, we're alone with our paranoid delusions and conspiracy theories. We can all group sulk about the environment going to hell without the occasional Rovian rant to interrupt our angst.

What the fuck am I talking about?

Oh yeah, somebody has got to play the devil in our little holiday pageant right? I mean we'll swaddle David in some rags (after all this is about the birth of the legend...later we can do the whole nailing to the cross thing), Dan will follow him around picking up the slack and getting the "message" out...Brad...well...Brad will be Brad...as Paul...sort of...anyway he'll rant and rave and read from his letter to the Rovians...and he'll set a lot of shrubbery on fire...then do some pagan dance around the burning bush...this scene will require some nudity as Brad's body will be painted only in Hobbit's blood (thought Brad might enjoy that little tidbit)...'cause we sacrifice Hobbit's to our God (Iraqi's too, ain't that politically correct!)...during this portion of the show I'll stand stage right with a microphone and tell jokes about Billy Barty's thumb. Gene, Ed, and Eric will play the three kings...or ahh...studio heads...Gene will carry a martini and say things like "I don't hear a single.", Ed will drive around the stage in a Lexis SUV and scream shit out the window like "People want to hear songs they can hum!", Eric will carry an ax and ride around on the back of a small very pained looking Japanese man while hissing things like "It's a matter of dollars and cents and your product just don't sell."

Oh yeah, and the Devil...we need a Devil right? We've got no right wingers left who can fill that role so...ahhh...you know those right wingers know the Devil better than us pinkos do and they could bring the proper...ahh...sense of doom and menace to the role...so instead I guess we'll have to use Kravitz...'cause he's got, like, that necklace made of pig ears and all...shit that's pretty evil looking ain't it...I mean what you think I'd pick Mick for the Devil...he's three and a half feet tall in heels...not likely people would find him menacing, now is it? 

The rest of us that you know aren't real occupied with the starring roles in this thing will just wander about in circles on the stage...sort of like a scene from Dante's Divine Comedy...you know the Inferno section where they are being stung by bees and shit and they are all howling in pain...except we'll just scream obscenities...thought Andrea would dig this part...any maybe sing a Christmas carol or two...Mick will just scurry about on stage...'cause nobody can scurry like a Hobbit...and Brad will chase him every so often to try and give him a good round of flagellation...we'll teach Mel fucking Gibson a thing or two about suffering...no one's seen passion until they've seen Brad give Mick a good round of flagellation...hey does that sound like a merry fucking christmas play or what!