For those of you “truth-seekers” who are not familiar with the potently caustic Mike Malloy, you may not know what this diary is all about.
Freaks?
He sounds angry.
I can’t remember the first time I heard Malloy, but I think I must have had a reaction similar to this one about a year or so ago. As I listened to him more and more, his sharp tongue and sustained exasperation of what was (and is) happening to America under the “Bush crime family” allowed me to release a well-needed nervous chuckle under my breath. That shy, nervous guffaw soon transformed into a table-pounding jolt of “Right the fuck on!” and “I can’t believe he said that — but boy, am I glad that he did!”.
“We’ve got to fight them over there or they will fight us over here.”
“I can’t comment on a continuing ongoing investigation.”
“Noone thought the levees would break.”
“There are known knowns and then there are known unknowns. That is to say…”
S H U U U U U T T T T U U U P!!!!
YOU
INSANE
FILTHY
FILTHY
MURDEROUS
LYING
REPUBLICAN
FREAKS!!!!!
And then he would tell us how much he hated these people.
I loved it! Sure, it was red meat for us progressives, but it was morally righteous red meat. The best kind of red meat! He was a political performance artist, in my mind. But he was more than that. He allowed me to feel like I had vented a months worth of frustration in a 4 hour broadcast (or was it 3 — oh, nevermind…) — without venting (if laughter can be considered “not venting”).
Those of you who say that he was over the top — I say: No fucking shit. But he didn’t pretend to have the answers. In fact, I remember him telling his listeners on numerous occasions that his show was not to give any solutions to progressive issues. It was a place for us to feel his anger when Bush lied and keeps lying. It was a place for us to laugh at a political hypocrisy that has Orwell revising his works in his grave.
Speaking of Orwell, Malloy had a marvellous gift of dramatic readings. His reading of “1984”, with his wife Kathy, was magical on dark rainy evenings with the lights dimmed. He had such expressiveness and passion that even the listeners letters he read on-air could have been mistaken for his own — every one of them.
His characterization and impressions of American political and media figures often-times had me rolling on the floor — again, my soul revitalized at the insanity of it all. There was the “generic corporate reporter” apologizing after every word in his question — having to relieve himself before Chuckle-nuts has a chance to respond (LOL!). There was “Simple Scotty”, “Pickles Bush”, and the rest of the “Flying Monkey Right”. He egged-on Republican listeners to call the show and then skewered them with a righteous mockery that reflects the shallowness of all the wedge issues rolled into one.
There was Cindy Sheehan’s debut.
There was our motherly Marge.
There was their baby daughter, Molly.
And there was Brother Sky Blue, whose cell-phone battery would always cut out after a minute or so — in mid sentence. And when it didn’t — you felt robbed.
It’s the same feeling as I have today.
Without so much of a day’s notice, Air America silences a voice of my catharsis. They have hi-jacked my cultural shrink.
He wasn’t always right.
He never provided any solutions.
But, how ironic that they should silence this cultural icon for progressives near the anniversary of the day when a large slice of the soul of America was lost, temporarily, in New Orleans.
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