Even at a cost of $0.00, The Radiogram is wildly overpriced. I think I’ve told my story before of when I first moved to Lampasas 14 years ago and saw my first Radiogram in a bar – probably The Lucky Ranch. Remember that dive?
I remember how I laughed and laughed at the ridiculous misspellings, bad grammar and shitlib content. How I used to make corrections with a red pen and drop it off at the radio station to ridicule whoever the editor was. How I was shocked to find any shitlibs at all out in rural central Texas. Of course, now we have horrible situations like THREE generations of shitlibs infesting the town from Ohio, California and Oregon, but that’s another story.
Rhonda Witcher never disappoints with the shitlib lies and idiocy, even when he’s just copying and pasting Scripps propaganda:
First of all, if you apply dye to Easter eggs you are DYEING them, you mook. THREE TIMES they used the wrong word! DYING means the life is draining out of you, as in “the old, mentally handicapped radio station owner lay DYING in the hospital after accidentally perforating his rectum with a cucumber.”
Secondly, Rhonda makes sure to throw in the false shitlib nonsense about “RECORD-HIGH EGG PRICES!!” Here is a photo from HEB yesterday.
I’m no super-smart former college professor like Rhonda, but even I know that $4.36 is about 30% cheaper than the bullshit number of $6.23 he printed in his bird cage liner.
They are even cheaper locally from guys like me who can sell for $3 a dozen.
I’m left to wonder: who should our OFFICIAL village idiot be? We have so many choices: Bruce “The Manatee” Haywood? Rhonda Witcher? Potato Head Fitzharris? Grady “Soar Throat” Lucas? Or maybe pretend rancher Clayton Tucker?
