P&J were saddened to hear about the passing of Casey Kasem, the famed radio jock (and TV host) who gave us the America’s Top 40 countdown show. The weekly review of Billboard’s hits, which he hosted from 1970-1988 and 1998-2003, was rightly viewed with nostalgia in the obits for Kasem.
Casey was an iconic type of disc jockey, complete with an exaggerated voice and delivery, which could get you laughed out of a room if you used it in public; fake teeth; bad toupee, and a trophy wife. But his little factoids accompanying the hits of the day made him worth listening to.
Perhaps the best memory P&J have of Casey was the famed pirate tape, recorded when he didn’t know the mic was live, when he went berserk on the fact that he had to talk about doing a “Long Distance Dedication” for a dead dog after playing a bouncy, upbeat song. The obscene tirade aimed at a staffer was hilarious, despite the subject matter. (You can still find the clip on YouTube.)
Rut-row, Shaggy, but thanks for the memories. (Kasem voiced Shaggy in the Scooby-Doo cartoons, which guarantees him a free pass to heaven.)
Good riddance to bad rubbish
Phillipe and Jorge could not be more delighted to see the obnoxious, arrogant, self-serving egotist, Eric Cantor, the US House of Representatives Majority Leader, lose his GOP district primary to an upstart Teabagger in Virginia.
Cantor has been overtly slithering towards the House Speaker job currently occupied by John Boehner, drooling for its high profile and power all the while. Unfortunately, with his eye on that prize, and a tendency to spend time and money on other Republican races nationally, he forgot one small element of seeking re-election: campaigning among your own voters. Cantor’s adoring view of himself and assumption that the public must obviously be just as smitten, was more than well seen by his GOP constituents, who voted for his opponent in an upset that made headlines coast-to-coast, and doubtless sent shivers through the Republican old guard.
Be afraid, very afraid, Karl “Pig Boy” Rove and the Koch Brothers. You now have more than the Dems to worry about.
Can the San Antonio Spurs save the National Basketball Association?
The Spurs, who just blew out the Miami Heat, four games to one, in the NBA Finals, would be doing the league a huge favor. Most of P&J’s friends have a healthy interest in sports, but almost all share the view that the NBA isn’t worth watching unless it’s the finals, and only when there’s a chance to see Heat superstar and arrogant a-hole (though admittedly the best player in the game), LeBron James, get his shorts blown off on national TV. College hoops? Beautiful. Pros? Bite me.
The NBA now revolves around a bunch of high-priced athletes jamming and going one-on-one for 48 minutes, which gets old after. . . like three minutes. And the fact that the players make about 10 times more than their coaches means that any instructions they’re given from their supposed leaders are viewed as polite suggestions, such as asking them if they are in the mood to rebound or play defense that evening.