Listening to the wrong people

Sunday column

I used to do talk radio as wrong as you can do it. I didn’t toss out red meat to draw fangs, I didn't play devil's advocate, I didn’t talk shit to get the phones ringing. Somehow I still managed to get plenty of calls. This is my wafer-thin basis for asserting that playing to peoples’ worst instincts is the laziest kind of media entertainment.

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