P.S. from C.K. is no B.S.

This is the P.S. to the mailing I received from Louis C.K. this morning, promoting his online series, Horace and Pete.

P.S. Please stop it with voting for Trump. It was funny for a little while. But the guy is Hitler. And by that I mean that we are being Germany in the 30s. Do you think they saw the shit coming? Hitler was just some hilarious and refreshing dude with a weird comb over who would say anything at all.

And I’m not advocating for Hillary or Bernie. I like them both but frankly I wish the next president was a conservative only because we had Obama for eight years and we need balance. And not because I particularly enjoy the conservative agenda. I just think the government should reflect the people. And we are about 40 percent conservative and 40 percent liberal. When I was growing up and when I was a younger man, liberals and conservatives were friends with differences. They weren’t enemies. And it always made sense that everyone gets a president they like for a while and then hates the president for a while. But it only works if the conservatives put up a good candidate. A good smart conservative to face the liberal candidate so they can have a good argument and the country can decide which way to go this time.

Trump is not that. He’s an insane bigot. He is dangerous.
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New Yorker, New Yorker

The only print magazine I still get in the mail is The New Yorker. Here are a couple of articles. First, Jeffrey Toobin’s excellent analysis of Antonin Scalia’s three decades on the supreme bench…

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/02/29/antonin-scalia-looking-backward

… and a retro piece, from 1965, about about the relationship between radio and Rock and Roll. It’s recommended by Herb Oscar Anderson, or HOA as he was known when he was the Morning Mayor on 77 WABC in the 1960’s.

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1965/02/20/the-new-sound

Lady Jane

When the timing works out, I listen to the CBS Evening News during the drive home from work, on WBZ radio in Boston. Yesterday, when the report began, as soon as I heard the voice of the person filling in for Scott Pelley, I shouted out loud, “JANE PAULEY!” What a pleasant surprise on such a terrible news day, with the murders of a TV reporter and cameraman in Virginia, by yet another deranged shooter who had no trouble getting a gun.