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Not Protected by USA’s Amendment #14 –Pepperdine, eh?<
My daddy did not meet with every lousy Democrat mayor you’ve
ever had? Yes, he did! (And it was really weird when Poelker was in there,
because his brother Carl was our Monsignor). Yes, the good Padre said, “As far
as I’m concerned, you are excommunicated.” Young Bill Hughes quickly went to a
nun and said, “He can’t do that. Only the Pope can do that.”
Much later, at the Sammy Davis Temple, Hughes would whisper, “I
know you read it backwards” and no one stared like an automaton. We sure do
know how young Jews nail it at the Bar Mitzvah, then exclaim, “I don’t believe
a word of that shit!” That’s Judaism. They never seem to be happy with
anything, especially the political arrangements in Jerusalem.
On the MetroLink a.k.a. “MonkeyTrain,” The Hughes saw drug deals
go down under cameras and said nothing, but when a black dude mentioned the
Checkerdome, I was allowed to talk. How about the old Area during Blue Note, year
one, fans? I said, “Dad, how did you get these tickets?” Charlie? He always knew
some guy, whereas I know no one. What the hell is that, Francis?
Bill likes LOUD. Bill likes the AUDIO, like sticks off the
glass. Don’t those chumps at ESPN remember when I said, “Just open an extra
mike near the boards.” Yes, our high school match sounded like the damn NHL,
and I got what? Screwed!
What happened at that 1967 hockey game with the Area half-full,
white man? Someone took offense at blatant slashing, and all the gloves went on
the ice. Fighting, Fighting, Fighting. And, when the ref got in the way, they
skated around him and kept Fighting, Fighting, Fighting. Hey liberals! The
blood was real, unlike show biz wresting when my college chums were almost
ejected from the old Kiel, we acted so crazy. Yep, you could hear the ref
yelling, “Get in there!” regarding the Penalty Box, and no Saint Louis cops
were summoned. Not one.
Young Bill Hughes turned to Charlie and exclaimed, “This is
cool! I think more people will show up!” Yes, they did, and much later, I’d be
watching tepid hockey and talking Blues, as with, “These fuckers will never win
the cup.” This was uttered to an Air Force girlfriend. As for the broadcasting red
light, I said, “Look across the rink. I think we’re on TV.” Bernie Ferderko
knows they destroyed the tape. Sure they did, and I resisted temptation to
mess-up Ken Wilson’s hair on the air. Why not? Hughes is “Jail Aversive,” when
these days, many are not.
A day late and a dollar short, right KSHE?
“Tonight, we’ll be
talking to you live from Jefferson City, Missouri where we will be joined by some
primarily Republican public officials who resigned for grabbing intern ass.
Later, we’ll go on the road a short distance to Columbia, Missouri to chat with
redneck Nazi youth who have reportedly never seen black people. Governor Nixon
is slated to drop by and describe his maturation growing up in the white trash
hills of Jefferson County, Missouri. We’ll be sure to ask him how he could
possibly be a Democrat, and character assassination fired at local hick Stan
Kronke has national staying power, so we’ll trash him up. They’ve left the
light on at the 6 motel we are so damn cheap, and now, the network is in my ear
wanting a ‘shout out’ for UFO chasing white lighting chuggers at our West
Virginia station, W…
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