I’m A Proud ‘Conservative Talk Show’ Junkie!
by Gordon Bishop (4/7/08)
I can’t get enough conservative radio talk shows - from Guardian Angel leader Curtis Sliwa and Rush Limbaugh, to “The Great One” Mark Levin, TV-Radio star Sean Hannity, and the forever Bob Grant, who swears “Life Begins at 80.”
All of these shows are on ABC radio. Hannity’s TV show is on the conservative Fox Channel.
Grant just happens to live in my neighborhood along the Jersey Shore. He’s the father of the modern day talk show hosts who loves to yell at his cerebrally-challenged callers with these now famous words: “GET OFF MY PHONE, YOU CREEP!”
Between ABC and Fox, I never have to watch CNN, which I call the “Clinton Noodle Network” founded by Ted Turner, ex-husband of “Hanoi” Hollywood Jane Fonda – a bunch of losing Lefties.
Even though the liberal mainstream print media dominates the news, the true red conservatives control the airwaves. There are no famous Lefties who have succeeded on America’s airwaves.
Rush is the most successful radio show host in the history of this medium, reaching some 21 million listeners, five days a week. Nothing comes even close to those winning numbers.
Hannity, for example, ranks second in the radio lineup with 14 million listeners. ABC’s “Imus in the Morning” show ranks 7th on the airwaves. I like Don Imus, but I have a hard time listening to his mumbo jumbo words, which are separated by endless “ahh’s” that slow down his delivery, much like molasses in the winter. Give me Curtis Sliwa, a high school dropout, any day!
Rush is, like it or not, the “Voice of America.” When the popular Ronald Reagan left the White House, he personally passed his “Freedom Torch” to Rush Limbaugh, perhaps the greatest honor Rush could ever imagine.
America today is still the greatest nation in the history of Western Civilization. But it is headed for self-destruction – and bankruptcy! Why? Big Government that keeps getting bigger and bigger without any relief for the oppressed (and depressed) insufferable taxpayers.
Social Security faces bankruptcy soon, as are Medicare and Medicaid. The constantly demanding “Boomer Generation” – those born between 1946 and 1964 – are going to wipe out these unaffordable “Entitlements.” The tax revenues just aren’t there for this exploding post-war population.
My own children (two daughters in their early 40s) will become the losers when they want to retire in 20 years. They’d better start investing now if they want to survive in their senior years.
Unfortunately, my children’s generation is up to its eyeballs in mortgages and equity loans on the lovely homes they live in with their children.
My children’s generation is not afraid of carrying mortgages from $255,000 to $600,000 on their state-of-the-art “smart” homes along the Jersey Shore, which means they’re living with monthly payments of $2,500 to $7,000 a month. Add the utilities and insurance premiums and you have to make at least $100,000 a year to meet your mandatory overhead.
And don’t forget those sizeable car payments each month.
Hey, this is suburbia in the 21st Century.
It’s a frightening scenario, especially if either husband or wife loses their jobs.
By comparison, my generation was much more conservative in their needs, since they didn’t demand that much.
I bought my new house in 1971in Eatontown, NJ for $35,000. My monthly mortgage and insurance and property taxes came to $179. That was chicken-feed compared to what my kids are paying.
In those days, there were no giant gas-guzzling SUV’s or big vans that cost more than $25,000. My first new car that my wife and I bought in January 1968 was a cute, bright blue, two-door Volkswagen Beetle. The cost? $1,800. Our little kids at the time loved to sleep in the compartment behind the rear seats, over the little engine.
Yes, those were the days! Happiness. Fun. And Affordable!
Today, my wife leases a 2008 black Honda Accord V6 (our “Dream Car”) for $275 a month, while I drive an eye-catching 14-year-old Classic Chrysler-Dodge Stealth sports car with wide-tract tires. What a pure white knock-out beauty, with over 112,000 miles on the odometer.
I love old cars. I used to buy restored antique cars when I first got my driver’s license on January 2, 1955. I was 17 years old then. And gas was 10 cents a gallon.
That’s all for now, folks! Life goes on, with or without us!
(Gordon Bishop is a national award-winning author, historian and syndicated columnist.)
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