What young American wouldn't appreciate the hypothetical opportunity to turn on a radio tonight and tune into XERB and listen to Wolfman Jack? Does Serious Radio have a Wolfman channel? Could listening to Malloy be compared to hearing Jean Sheppard's radio program? Are today's disk jockey couples trying to walk a mile in the moccasins of Tex and Jinx Faulkinberg?
Whatever.
If, as a renowned clergyman from Oakland is predicting, the world is going to end later this month, [Note: the World's Laziest Journalist, an ordained minister, is trying to intercede and get a stay of execution order issued via prayers and supplications.] shouldn't folks be loading their memory banks up with "once in a lifetime" experiences to replay in Heaven rather than disputing Mike Malloy's idea that Americans are not entitled to a "Get out of Jail" card for war crimes?
In "Cool Hand Luke," the captain said: "What we have here is . . . failure to communicate."
Now the disk jockey will play the Doors song "Soft Parade," "the ballad of Ruben Carter," and Ernie Ford's "Shotgun boogie." We have to go bail a friend out of jail. Have a "How many fingers, Winston?" type week.
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