Ouch

Ned Rice very appropriately skewers Air America.

In addition to Franken the Air America line-up includes Randi Rhodes, a conspiracy-theorist harpy from Brooklyn with the on-air demeanor of an involuntarily retired stripper. Rhodes is the sort of erudite commentator whose afternoon excursions into political nuance are punctuated by zany sound effects and songs about bouncing boobies. When she’s not telling listeners how smart and educated she is Rhodes is the sort of spellbinding broadcaster who gets words like “assert” and “insert” confused. Rhodes%u2019 most recent contribution to civil discourse was a skit during which sound effects were used to graphically simulate the assassination of President Bush %u2014 funny, funny stuff. The good news for Randi was that this revolting segment has actually increased her average daily listening audience by about three Secret Service agents.

After Al Franken signed on most people assumed that Air America would be where washed-up Saturday Night Live stars go to die, which is terribly unfair: Janeanne Garofalo never achieved star status during her years at SNL. As a talk-radio host Janeanne’s grim, on-air personal unraveling is nothing less than a daily promo for the “How To Throw Away A Show Business Career” course she seems destined to teach at the Learning Annex. Anybody remember when Janeanne Garofalo was bright, engaging, and very funny? To my great sadness, I do.

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