By Steve Rhodes
You know, we here at Beachwood HQ are uncomfortable with self-promotion, but we’ve learned quickly that a little bit of it is necessary if we want to stay in business.
So let us once again call attention to our ongoing feature, The Dusty & Ozzie Show, which we describe thusly:
“Why The Dusty & Ozzie Show? Because one’s a bullshit artist and the other just spews bullshit. We’ll keep track and at the end of the season – if they both make it that far – declare which is the most unbearable.”
Now, those of you who foolishly trustied Dusty – like second marriages, the triumph of hope over experience – thought maybe we were being a bit harsh about such a cool dude as the toothpick-chewin’, incense-burnin’, curse-breakin’ Rev. Johnnie B. Baker.
And those of you who blindly love Ozzie – winning apparently is everything, and absolves individuals of responsibility for their homophobic, bigoted, anger management issues, despite what we teach our kids – maybe thought we were being a bit harsh about the call ’em as he sees ’em, take no prisoners, crazy train Blizzard of Oz.
But who’s sorry now?
Posted on June 22, 2006