DinoVille
.......Softballs That Is
Caught everybody's favorite time compression magician, Stockwell 'Don't Call Me Channing' Day, on Michael Smyth's radio show this evening.
In a wide-ranging, free ride of monumental proportions Mr. Day managed to move through his talking points with nary a hiccup, linking Paul Martin's heretofore well-hidden overt support for International Terrorism and the Low Age of Consent to the Destruction of Western Civilization As We Know It before finishing up with a blanket 'It's All Ujjal's Fault' denial of everything Grewal (could have sworn I heard the bright shiny sounds Reynolds Wrap ventriloquism on that last one, but couldn't be sure given the complete lack of follow-up from the host).
It's not that Smyth has lost all ability to snap off the high hard ones, it's just that it looks like he can only do it for about 12 minutes of each 120 minute show.
Case in point - Smyth did hold the Private Health Clinic guy's feet to the fire in the short, final segment that followed Mr. Day.
But what the heck. Given the short-attention span journalism that is all things Province I suppose it could be argued that 12 minutes a show is actually a huge, huge bonus.
Not to mention the fact that it is about 11' 30" more than you will get if you forget to lock onto Rafe tomorrow and instead waste your time listening to the Goodship Watercarrier in the morning.
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