00h05 UTC; TUESDAY, 6 MAY 2014: Firstly, Your Correspondent needs to apologise for being unable to post yesterday, inasmuch as he was busy with preparations for his six-month physical, the first since his previous doctor retired just before Easter; which, among other things, involved replacing one medication as had been prescribed heretofore for managing blood sugar (gemfibrozil) with a more obvious statin for controlling cholesterol (simvastatin). Never mind that a Nurse Practicioner handled the physical, which was the best that could be done in the circumstances of the several other doctors at the local polyclinic having extended waitlists (and one such not seeing new patients altogether because of his imminent retirement).

Now, if I may get down to business: One of the more interesting specimens of urban Legend involing television is that which hath it that Archbishop Fulton J. "Life is Worth Living" Sheen foretold the death of Soviet Communist leader Josef Stalin just weeks before Stalin himself snuffed it in March of 1953.

I bring this up at this time because, though not one to claim to powers of prophesy (nor having been tested for just such a prospect), I wish to offer up the following prospect as may be worth pondering: Videlicet, that a major and otherwise powerful conservative radio prolefeeder will be meeting his Waterloo within measurable distance.

His Waterloo coming by way of a drunken jag the night before which essentially renders the programme to be rather crass, stentorian and unpredictably vulgar, with F-bombs dropping on air left and right (and with a live microphone feeding to the network, besides!) as prompts some stations (especially in the so-called "REAL AmeriKKKa" his ego insists will never abandon him in what may be his dearest hour) to pull the plug within minutes of the broadcast's going on air (and explaining to what few listeners there are that "circumstances outside of our control" force this step) ... and before too long, the show's microphone itself is cut off, leaving dead air for what few stations remain carrying the broadcast in question.

Because it's at that moment that security staff for the flagship station of the programme gives the prolefeeder what are essentially his marching orders, ordering him to leave the premises posthaste, not return under pain of arrest for Unlawful Trespass--and quietly lest "more drastic measures" be resorted to.

Which turn out being resorted to, considering where the prolefeeder's belligerence at being driven off the air (and essentially losing his livelihood) becomes more blatant and obscenity-laden, with occasional turns to the puerile. And he winds up being TASERed and forced out, replete with security officers hitting the target in the naughty bits for good measure.

Eventually coming to, the target of this story finds a bar to drown his sorrows in, only to get into a climate of extreme obnoxiousness as forces the police to intervene for Public Nuisance and Disorderly Conduct, eventually requiring involuntary commitment into the police psychiatric holding ward, whence he succumbs to a Fatal Heart Attack caused by years of his own debauched excesses.

News of the death is quickly blown out of proportion into sensationalised excesses of depravity by right-leaning prolefeed websites such as Drudge, Newsmax, Breitbart, WorldNetDaily, TheBlaze, &c., replete with unproven claims of Obama Administration-Driven Conspiracies to Silence Free Speech By "REAL AmeriKKKans" which quickly call to mind the "Hitler Diaries" imbroglio as nearly discredited the West German weekly magazine Stern in the spring of 1983. And despite calls by fellow prolefeeders in this vein for "REAL AmeriKKKa" to unite all the more in their collective sorrow of weeping and wailing and bawling and boohoohooing into the Mercy of Bog and All His Holy Angels, Archangels and Saints in Their Collective Mercy Upon Thy Dear and Lovely Land in the wake of his Unfortunate Demise, it winds up that his funeral is attended by--hardly anybody.

And when his estate is brought unto probate, it emerges that he's accumulated Significant and Measurable Debts by his Wasteful and Profligate Lifestyle while claiming all the while to be the Voice and Conscience of "REAL AmeriKKka" in its Luscious Glory of poverty, fecundity and ignorance which his show's ideology has only made worse despite an insistence best encapsulated in the Afrikaans cri d'coeur of Afrikaner nationalists from the late 1930's on of 'n volk red homself ("a people rescuing itself")--howbeit without offering any sort of motivation, resources or tools most realistic.

Such becomes a fitting and proper end of an especially popular prolefeeder--for all the wrong sort of reasons, as subsequent events emerge (and the right's crop of prolefeed websites insists is "fabricated," without any credible evidence as per usual).

Meanwhile, I suppose you have some idea of who I refer here to for the sake of what could be a Criswellian prophecy. Or maybe not. Suffice it to say that his programme, consistently arrogant in claims about its supposed power and intrusion from the host's very lips, is now in a state of serious and utter decline of the highest order with ratings in major markets therefor falling in spite of moves to other stations in hopes of improving the audience numbers--and activist pressure taking advertisers thereon to task for so buying time on the programme in question.

In closing out this missive, Your Correspondent has to wonder
if this is a rather accurate reflection thereof relative to these blogging misadventures:

"What will happen NEXT?!"
Log in tomorrow--and FIND OUT!!!