“When they tell you that your contract is not being renewed, that means you’re fired. I can’t think of any other interpretation to give to that: ‘We don’t want you working here. Your contract will not be renewed.’ That means you’re fired.”
Since Garry Meier this week publicly announced his new plans, I have received a host of inquiries from listeners asking if I am involved in this new venture. I am not. The fact is, earlier this year, Garry professionally parted ways with me. It was handled in a professional manner. No fireworks. No harsh words. No ill will. Just a change in creative direction, which a Hall of Fame broadcaster like Garry Meier has every right to make. It was a reality I had to accept. Therefore, when our contracts expired in October, I began to pursue new radio opportunities on my own.
If you’re disappointed we won’t be working together, you can add me to the list. When the show we did was removed, it was extremely popular thanks to a legion of loyal listeners, and it was hitting a new creative stride. But Garry certainly has earned the right and respect to take whatever creative path he chooses. I am proud to have worked with him for six years, and to have helped create consistently fun, entertaining, and memorable radio. I thank him for the enormous opportunity he gave me and I wish him luck in the future.
My future is taking the lessons I learned from Garry and moving forward, which -- at least for the next couple of weeks -- includes doing some fill-in work at WGN Radio on December 20 and 28, and January 1, all from 2am – 5am. I guarantee it will be fun, informative, and unique radio that will be well worth staying up for – I hope you’ll join me!
It appears that the Cubs might win a few this season. Makes me want to put on cubby blue lipstick and give Theo a big kiss.
— Jake Arrieta (@JArrieta34) December 16, 2015
BREAKING: @TribuneMedia puts @WGNTV studios up for sale: https://t.co/9lLxjone36 pic.twitter.com/WaUi4zGbnU
— Robert Feder (@RobertFeder) December 16, 2015Donald Trump
Style: A+
Why the f**k not? He was 100 percent Trump, 100 percent of the time. Sarah Palin word salad in a baggy suit and spray-on tan, he plans to govern via reaction GIF.
Substance: F-
He talks about foreign policy like the guy who gives directions to the taxi driver, loudly and slowly in case the driver doesn’t speak English. Doesn’t tip. Wants to kill innocent people and shut down the Internet, not necessarily in that order. Has been accused of not knowing what “the nuclear triad” is, but, on the other hand: “The power and the devastation are very important to me.”
Overall: Dogs**t ground into your living room carpet.
If you enjoyed listening to me in my previous incarnations, I hope you will come along for what I hope to be another adventurous ride! I’ve missed talking to you this past year. I had to wait out the remaining time on a contract before I could return to the microphone. I called it funemployed… getting paid to be concealed Garry.
As I examined the media landscape, I decided to do something that a great friend and mentor told me to do ten years ago…go onto the internet…and while I wasn’t ready to make the leap a decade ago, I thought the time is right now to go digital, since everything in the media world is migrating there. It is migration that just about every state will accept. At this point in my career, I want to try something completely new that offers me more control and freedom and also is the wave of the future.
While gas prices remain low, my excitement heading into this new chapter is very high. Another familiar voice will be part of the broadcast, as Leslie Keiling returns to do news. I’m happy to have her join me.
It might not be the way you listened on traditional radio but breaking away from all of that, I think, is a good thing…so hello from the 50 trillion-watt WIFI.
This web site will be changing and evolving as we go along, so check back often. There will be other fun things offered in the future to explore.
The launch date will happen in the early part of 2016 so stay tuned for more details and postings.
As always, I welcome your input and support on this 21st century journey.
Peace,
Garry
A former companion of the 92-year-old media mogul Sumner M. Redstone, who is challenging Mr. Redstone’s mental competence, claimed in a legal filing that a declaration provided to the court by the chief executive of Viacom was “riddled with falsehoods.” The declaration stated that Mr. Redstone was “engaged and attentive.”
Mr. Redstone’s former companion, Manuela Herzer, also claimed that Mr. Redstone’s signature had been forged on a November document, providing testimony from a handwriting expert in the more than 200 pages filed on Monday with the Los Angeles County Superior Court.
"Wednesday could be the final show," Howard Stern says, with his contract about to expire... @TomKludt's story: https://t.co/4eUsBu3ql2
— Brian Stelter (@brianstelter) December 14, 2015
It was hard to watch the way he treated those around him, issuing peremptory orders—“Polish this, Tony. Today.” He met with the lady who selected his drapery for the Florida estate—“The best! The best! She’s a genius!”—who had selected a sampling of fabrics for him to choose from, all different shades of gold. He left the choice to her, saying only, “I want it really rich. Rich, rich, elegant, incredible.” Then, “Don’t disappoint me.” It was a pattern. Trump did not make decisions. He surrounded himself with “geniuses” and delegated. So long as you did not “disappoint” him—and it was never clear how to avoid doing so—you were gold.
What was clear was how fast and far one could fall from favor. The trip from “genius” to “idiot” was a flash. The former pilots who flew his plane were geniuses, until they made one too many bumpy landings and became “fucking idiots.” The gold carpeting selected in his absence for the locker rooms in the spa at Mar-a-Lago? “What kind of fucking idiot . . . ?” I watched as Trump strutted around the beautifully groomed clay tennis courts on his estate, managed by noted tennis pro Anthony Boulle. The courts had been prepped meticulously for a full day of scheduled matches. Trump took exception to the design of the spaces between courts. In particular, he didn’t like a small metal box—a pump and cooler for the water fountain alongside—which he thought looked ugly. He first questioned its placement, then crudely disparaged it, then kicked the box, which didn’t budge, and then stooped—red-faced and fuming—to tear it loose from its moorings, rupturing a water line and sending a geyser to soak the courts. Boulle looked horrified, a weekend of tennis abruptly drowned. Catching a glimpse of me watching, Trump grimaced.
Go fuck your own asshole with a cactus you bitch ass bitch @JasonHeyward
— ™ (@Tmoser5) December 11, 2015fuckin twat ! fuck off judas heyward
— Waino is Bueno (@Barneyrme) December 11, 2015I want to die. Fuck heyward and fuck the cubs. I will burn wrigley to the god damn ground.
— VolleyBabe69 (@mike__eh) December 11, 2015@JasonHeyward Your a piece of shit douchefuck
— Ethan (@ethancarter_23) December 11, 2015For signing with the Cubs Jason Heyward I hope you get Lou Gehrigs
— Seth Patterson (@patterson_seth) December 11, 2015@JasonHeyward you are dead to me, not for leaving but for going to the GOD DAMN FAGGOT GOAT FUCKING @Cubs. I say thanks but wish you no luck
— Chris Wagner (@anotherwagner) December 11, 2015PLEASE TEAR YOUR ACL OR SOMETHING I HEAR THOSE CHICAGO HOSPITALS ARE REAL NICE @JasonHeyward
— Clemson's punter (@jtmurphy26) December 11, 2015@JasonHeyward I hope someone throws it at your face again you greedy piece of shit.
— clay jarrell (@cgjcards) December 11, 2015
