The Viking was sacked

WNEP reported this morning that Kevin Viking Lynn at WILK was “let go.” And during it’s noon news segment, WILK announced that as of “April the 12th,” John Webster of Rock 107 “Daniels & Webster” fame will be joining WILK.

As soon as I caught wind of this still developing news, I called WILK and asked the producer of the Sue Henry Show, Bosco, if this meant that WILK would be resurrecting Webster’s long-mothballed “Learning to spell with Darnell” blatant racism as comedy bit. Bosco said he had no idea what I was talking about. So I apologized and hung up.

If you’re unfamiliar with that old Daniels & Webster mainstay, Darnell would have to pronounce, spell and then use a chosen word in a sentence. It went something like this…

Anus: The cops were looking for a couple of guys who robbed the liquor store, and I told them--anus.

So, I’m thinking when Webster dons a pair of headphones at WILK and sits behind that zircon-encrusted microphone, he ought not level any charges of racism at anyone.

So my old buddy Kevin is unemployed once again. I’m not going to beat on him here today, since I got tired of beating on him long, long ago. But the guy was interesting in that he absolutely despised all things uniquely American. And you couldn’t ask for a more hard core Democrat apologist. His entire shtick was Democrats excellent/Republicans evil. The worst kind of intellectual dishonesty.

Kevin and I had a perfect record. Every time I called his on-air shows over the years, it always devolved into a screaming match that would end when he would abruptly hang up on me. Boy, could I get under his skin and fast. Something I’m very, very proud of to this day.

During a show many years ago, he claimed that all of the area bloggers were blogging anonymously. And he called the lot of us (back then it was a few of us) cowards right over the airwaves.

So I called him and told him he didn’t have his facts straight, something that would always get him to showing his fangs in an instant. He argued the point with me and demanded that I identify even a single local site that was not written anonymously. I told him, not only was my name affixed to my site, but so was my much-adored glossy, my kids pictures, my grandkids pictures, as well as my mailing address.

Stupidly, he couldn’t concede defeat. He told me with a skeptical and scowling tone that if I was so completely brave, I should identify myself right there on the radio. Not a problem, I told him, and spelled out my first and last names by shouting at the top of my lungs each and every letter. And he took exception to my shouting and started shouting back at me, which made me shout even louder. It was beautiful.

M-A-R-K-C-O-U-R!!!

My goal was always the same, to get him so riled up that he’d deliver the F-bomb he was so enamored with right there on live radio. And I’m sure he came close a few times. Knowing his love of the F-word, he had to have come dangerously close.

And after he hung up on me, he mumbled about how nobody looks at blogs anyway, and something else about how bloggers hide in their basements with their computers.

So, just to be even more annoying to the aged and flailing broker of Peace, Love & Drugs, Drugs and more Drugs, I sent him an email to make him aware that my site at the time had generated well over 500,000 hits in less than two years.

And I also invited him to meet me over a bagel and a coffee.

Predictably, he never replied.

In conclusion, I never liked him. I never respected him. And I will not miss him.

On the brighter side, now he’ll have plenty of time to go golfing with all of his buddies currently under federal indictment.

And since Kevin always offered up a warm and prehensile mouth for his messiah, Barak Oblahblah, I will conclude with a quote from none other than the all-knowing one.

“One job lost is one job too many.”

Later