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The Department of Justice must also initiate efforts to get that money back, because Musk is coordinating with Trump to interfere in FEMA recovery efforts post Hurricane Helene by spreading life threatening disinformation, and he's also coordinating a political campaign with Trump which at its heart has Trump advocating for the overthrow of the duly elected government of the United

States of America by violence if necessary. And if all of that is somehow insufficient to reinvestigate and or change Musk's immigration status here in order to deport him back to South Africa or Canada or whereever, if that is insufficient to take all of his money from him through the courts, it certainly is not insufficient to tie him up in court cases for the rest of his goddamned life. After Musk's mincing defeat performance on stage, leaping and bouncing

behind Trump at Butler, Pennsylvania on Saturday. I don't know about you, but I have had enough of this idiot, and more importantly, I have had enough of us underwriting this idiot as he immorally transforms the Twitter X platform he owns into a massive donation in kind to Trump's campaign of lies, anti Semitism, Islamophobia, misogyny, Nazism, trid fascism,

and worst of all, stupidity. A donation in kind, by the way, which the government must value at forty four billion dollars, not the current number Musk has driven it down to, which I haven't actually checked today, but it's probably around fifty sixty bucks. Oh, and President Biden. The starlink equipment and the network behind it, and the rockets and the satellite access and the actual platform hosting X or what's left of it. Seize it if Musk wants it back, Let him go to court if he tries

to shut it off. Arrest him for tampering with evidence in a criminal case. Remember per residential immunity. By the way, Musk's new good buddy Trump, Trump doesn't know what the hell starlink is.

could you do something about starlink? Whatever the hell that is, Elond, whatever starlink, That's all they want to hear is starlink.

four election. You bet your ass, as the cliche goes, I'm old enough to remember when Libs of TikTok stcastically directed terroristic threats at men with bare middrifts and other men wearing makeup who were on stage prancing together in front of an audience. Oh and while we're at this, charge Musk's mother too, for conspiracy to commit election fraud. She retweeted her sons post about voting and added quote, the Democrats have given us another option. You don't have

to register to vote an election day. Have ten fake names, go to ten polling booths and vote ten times. That's one hundred votes and it's not illegal. Maybe we should work the system too well. First of all, madam, congratulations on the math. You are correct. Ten fake names, ten polling booths, ten times. By the way, shut up, you've done enough to destroy the planet. Madam. You birth this Jack and Apes. I mean, it sounds comical at first,

except it's true. All the James Bond and other spy movies of the sixties and seventies begin with a psychopathic billionaire who owns space rockets and communications systems. We used to have places where people like Trump and his family and Musk and his mother used to be able to get the care that could benefit, even save anybody in their condition. Now, instead we let them run for president.

By the way, if you don't think part of Musk prostituting himself for Trump is some thought in that brain of his fightings for space in there with all the hallucinogens, that Trump will make it possible for naturalized American citizens who were not born here to serve as president, even though the Constitution says otherwise. You know it's in there. Musk thinks Musk can succeed Trump, as they used to say, depend upon it, sir quotes. Trump's speeches, increasingly angry and rambling,

reignite the question of age. With the passage of time, the seventy eight year old former president's speeches have grown darker, harsher, longer, angrier, less focused, more profane, and increasingly fixated on the past, according to a review of his public appearances over the years. Yes, that actually was in the New York Times, not the Not the New York Times, not the Onion. This justin Trump is rambling, breaking news from Peter Baker hot off

the presses. If you consider leading The Times first serious story about Trump's dementia with an anecdote that is now twenty eight days old, hot off the Presses, former President Donald J. Trump vividly recounted how the audience had his climactic debate with Vice President Kamala Harris was on his side, except that there was no audience. The debate was held in an empty hall. No one quote went crazy, as mister Trump put it, because no one was there, even

to be generous. Trump's hallucination about there having been an audience at that debate was from September eighteenth. The debate

itself was September tenth. These days, that is approximately nine thousand election news cycles ago, and the Times piece, while to be welcomed as a sign that the Times knows it has fed up, knows it has damaged itself, knows that it has showed both its ass and its arrogance, knows that it's now October peace, only borders on the reality of the Trump cognitive crisis for three paragraphs before

passing the buck quote. According to a computer analysis by The New York Times, mister Trump's rally speeches now last in average eighty two minutes compared to forty five minutes in twenty sixteen. Proportionately, he uses thirteen percent more all or nothing terms like always and never than he did eight years ago, which some experts consider a sign of advancing age. Oh my god, computer analysis. We're not saying this.

The computer is saying this quote. It was hardly the only time mister Trump has seemed confused, forgetful, incoherent, or disconnected from reality lately. In fact, it happens so often these days that it no longer even generates much attention. As the great journalist and historian Rick Pearlstein wrote, one of the most abiding failures of agenda setting elite political

journalism is its denial of its own agency. Trump's manner of speaking quote no longer generates much attention, as if Trump himself generates what the Times decides to attend to. Not the Times, Yes, sir, it's Trump no longer generating attention, the way Hurricane Helene is no longer generating catastrophic wins. Way down in paragraph seventeen, we finally get some human assessment again, not by the Times. Oh, we're just reporting with the help of computers. It's not us, it's not

Peter Baker. It's not anybody who could sue, it's not anybody who could imprison. It's it's others. Quote how much his rambling discourse, what some experts called tangentiality, can be attributed to age. As the subject of some debate, mister Trump has always had a distinctive speaking style, la la la la la, that entertained and captivated supporters, even as critics called him detached from reality. Indeed, questions have been

raised about mister Trump's mental fitness for years. John F. Kelly, his second White House chief of staff, was so convinced that mister Trump was psychologically unbalanced that he bought a book called The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump, written by twenty seven mental health professionals, to try to understand his boss better. As it was, mister Kelly came to refer

to mister Trump's White House as quote crazy town unquote. That, of course, is still no reason for us at the Times to acknowledge that Trump is crazy or brain damaged, or a madman or criminally effing insane. And it is certainly not sufficient for us at the holy goddamn New York Times to utilize four letter words with which to describe his falsehoods and other inaccuracies, four letter words like lies. Okay, I could literally go on for the length of the article,

but I think you get my point. Only The Times could write a piece about Trump's mental self disqualification from the presidency while managing to steal both sides the damn thing, albeit with one of the sides being crazy and the other side being senile. Maybe that's what took them so long to write it. The point is they wrote it,

and it reflects two things. So many people inside this country's newsrooms and outside this country's borders take their journalistic cues from The New York Times and have taken and then for so long that they don't even know anymore that their response to The Times is virtually Pavlovian. That article is likely to produce commentaries and pieces and just openness to finally addressing this issue with results that will settle everywhere from A to Z along the spectrum of

the Emperor has no brain. It's terrible The Times has that influence, especially when they have used it so badly for so long. But somebody at the BBC right now is preparing his or her own version of that New York Times piece. Same at the Times of India and the Himalayan Times in Nepal. The second important part here is that working the refs works. It works, It works,

it works. I mean, maybe if we keep kicking the editor in the ass publicly, the New York Time will correct his last mistake and put out a ten day long page one upper left hand corners series analyzing Jack Smith's evidence against Trump in a real sort of play by play. This is what Jack Smith thinks happened on January sixth, than the weeks before, analyzing the evidence that was released last week. Something they could run every day

between now and the election. You know why Hillary's emails because working the refs works a lot more on working the refs in my own experience with it in a moment. But first, happily, there remains countless numbers of media folks here who still don't or won't get it. CBS Evening News Saturday anchor Jureka Duncan throws to reporter Caitlin Huey Burns in Butler, Pennsylvania for Trump's latest hateful fascist rally.

The one musk was at watch me bothes and the last words of the anchor's introduction, the last words, Draka Duncan says, our quote Trump began with a unifying message. Unquote yeah, unifying you will bow down before me that kind of unifying. Of course, our bleeding, bankrupt, almost dying media managed to both sides it again, it's not just about miscovering Trump. Kamala Harris's interview schedule this week so far sixty minutes last night, Howard Stern Tuesday, The View Tuesday,

Colbert Tuesday, Une Vision town Hall Thursday. The reaction from Andrew Mitchell about this scheduling and about the Harris campaign when she was on Meet the Press yesterday, I think they've got to double down on more interviews and serious interviews by serious Andrew means Harris should do an interview with her on her little MSNBC. I'm just going to stay here till they finally fire me show, or Andrea is going to continue to go on NBC and whine

what I'm hearing from Democratic and Republican business people. She means her husband, Alan Greenspan and a lot of men. There's an undercount of the Trump vote. I think there was missagenation. Missagenation. Yes, she said missagenation. She got about to the she got to the missage it and then she realized what she was saying, missgenette. Missagenation is race mixing. Good point about Kamala Harris Andrea missagenation. Well done, Mitchell

hurriedly switched to quote misognation. Uh, in all of this, there is no such word as misogenation. Did you mean something about misogyny, Andrea? And then then you followed it up with quote black and white men? Big problem? But also the business world they don't think she's serious. They don't think she's heavyweight. And I tell you what, I don't think Andrew Mitchell slipped when she at first said missagenation. She should be fired. Then there's Politico. Excuse me I

forgot to recognize its German ownership here dos Politico? Don't call it a media blitz. After avoiding the media for nigh on her whole campaign, VP, Kamala Harris is still largely avoiding the media. Let's be real here. Most of these are not the types of interviews that are going to press her on issues she may not want to talk about, even as voters want more specifics from Harris. Instead, expect most of these sit downs to be a continuation

of the vibes campaign Harris has perfected. We're not saying there's no value in these sixty minutes and the Univision town Hall are sure to be substantive. Each of these shows has millions of viewers or listeners, especially women and young voters, key constituencies for Harris. Let me translate this, Politico believes it's more substantive than sixty minutes and Univision town Hall and also what else the view and my old friend Howard and what else everything else in the world.

Politico is more important, and Politico will continue to accuse Harris of avoiding interviews until she does an interview with the news outlet that Politico considers the gold standard, namely Politico Dos Politico mine Politico Happily Politico followed this childish seven year old's diatribe with one of the greatest self

owns of the century. But forgive me, I'm going to tease that in hopes that you will take the next two and a half minutes to listen to the appearance just a small part of it on a podcast by Kamala Harris that Politico mocked and Politico self owned by mocking it. The podcast is called call Her Daddy. It is a giant in the field. Politico insulted, it insulted

its host Alex Cooper. The interview was forty five minutes of actual questions, not attempts to play gotcha or grab a headline that reads Harris tells Politico exclusively listen for the substance, stay for the Politico face plant.

happening anywhere. This guy is full of lies. I mean, I just have to be very candid with you. You know, so in my career, from the time I got out of law school through most of my career as a prosecutor, I understood that the words that I spoke and what I did with those words would be the difference between whether somebody was charged with a crime or went to prison, maybe prison for life. When I was Attorney General, I was the top law enforcement officer of the biggest state

in this country. And I was acutely aware that the words I spoke could be the difference between whether a corporation was in business or out of business, that the

words I spoke could move markets. The idea that someone is not only so careless and irresponsible and reckless, but out and out lies to create fear and division in our country and thinks he should be president of the United States, standing behind the seal of the President of the United States, using the microphone that comes with that, and using that voice and those words in such an irresponsible and that's mild way. And this is why this selection matters.

Her Daddy has had sexual content lately, Politico. One quick question, Politico, who is that political writer and editor and where did he work again? Who was just accused by his ex fiance of hacking her phone and leaking details of her sex life to other news outlets and trying to blackmail

her into more sex and not leaving their relationship. Oh right, that was Ryan Lizza who was accused of that of Politico, editor of Politico Playbook, And you haven't fired him despite his record of having been fired by The New Yorker for something sexual. So Politico, one more question the Call Her Daddy podcast you don't like Vice President Harris doing? Is the problem that it has too much sex or that it has not as much sex as Politico Playbook does.

Also of interest here back to working the refs and the startling truth lurking inside the disasters inside even the biggest newspapers like the New York Times. I can tell you from personal experience that sometimes it turns out the editors of the biggest newspapers in the world do not actually read what is in their own newspapers. That's next. This is countdown. So, as I mentioned earlier, a little bit more on working the refs and the New York

Times piece yesterday in which this just in. Trump apparently hasn't been making a lot of sense recently in his speeches. I know, one can envision a conversation somewhere where they decide whether or not to devote reporters and resources and graphics,

especially graphics. The New York Times is enamored of graphics, as if they were just invented, where they decide whether or not to do this finally, and whether or not perhaps some of the criticism that they might hear just in the distance, coming in faintly from outside in the real world, might be valid the theory of working the refs. Say, Buffy was telling me the other night, the Trump hasn't been sounding good. Is that right? Well, I haven't actually

heard him speak since. Let's see, when was that New York Post Sports Breakfast nineteen eighty three? He sounded okay, then that was forty one years ago. How time flies. That's one theory of what happened at the New York Times.

The other theory is that after months and months and months and months and months and months and years and years and years of criticizing the New York Times were how it handled first Hillary Clinton's emails, the entire issue of the Trump candidacy in twenty sixteen, the entire Trump presidency, especially the campaign of twenty twenty, and Joe Biden in twenty twenty four, in which whatever claims they might have thought they had proved about Joe Biden's public capacity or

willingness to do an interview, or willingness to put himself at risk, as there was some kind of decline in his ability to speak extemporaneously in public. Whatever they thought they had, they thought they were justified in trying to bury the President of the United States alive, even if it meant getting Donald Trump elected again and ending democracy and by the way, ending the free press and the New York Times, and one of the things that I

probably alone thought of. No one else would have made this analogy, because it's an experience from my own life and nobody else's. There's one person to whom this might have occurred, a man named Bob Costas, who I have invoked here before, who I once told to shut the f up on this very topic. Bob did not end his friendship with me over that. We had a long talk about it, and I tried to explain to Bob why that was the wrong time to do what he wanted to do, and that later was actually better. And

I think it will prove later was actually better. But I'm straying off the topic here because the topic is working the refs when it comes to the newspapers. This is about working the refs in an entirely different context and sincerely in an entirely different meaning level. If the stuff in the New York Times finally getting around to Trump's mental capacity or incapacity is a one thousand, my story is a two. However, my story is a first hand story. I can tell you the whole thing, and

it's a doozy. I got to Los Angeles as a local TV sportscaster at the age of twenty six on Labor Day nineteen eighty five. I just happened to hit the clouds right with my Marjorie Taylor Green and you know they can control the weather cloud seeding effort. I in three months became the second or third most popular sportscaster on television in Los Angeles. Quite a role reversal, because I literally could not get employment the year before

after a very unfortunate series of experiences in Boston. So I got the Associated Press Sportscaster of the Year award for California, and I think also Nevada. So I wasn't even working in Nevada, and I was the Sportscaster of the Year in Nevada as well. And I got the UPI Award for the same thing. And I won a Golden Mic and all these accolades inside of three months,

and on Christmas Day. Back when LA had two daily metropolitan, big scale newspapers, the Los Angeles Times and the Los Angeles Herald Examiner, so big that even in nineteen eighty five, they each had full time columns devoted just to TV sports and principally devoted to TV local sports. The two columnists both wrote their year end stories for nineteen eighty five.

Bob Kaiser in the LA Harex the Herald Examiner wrote that I was the best sportscaster in town, a breath of fresh air, and all the other things you would say about me if you can envision me being twenty six years old, and my style being almost brand new and certainly brand new in Los Angeles. Larry Stewart, the TV sports columnist of the Los Angeles Times, wrote on the same day that I was the worst sportscaster who had ever worked in LA And what was worse, somebody

had told me I was funny. These two pieces next to each other define for me proof that the theory that you can't be all things to all people at the same time was wrong. He examiner, best sportscaster we've ever had, best sportscaster we have right now, LA Times, worst of all time. Mister Stewart continued on this vein for quite some time. I don't remember how it was

that I personally ticked him off, but I did. I may have said something to somebody at the Los Angeles Times after the sixth or seventh or eighth article that he wrote in nineteen eighty six, suggesting that I was going to be fired by Channel five my employers, when I had a three year contract and Channel five really could not afford to fire me and pay me at the same time. They didn't have that kind of money. I may have complained and said, what are you guys doing?

Then I began to notice that he was saving Larry Stewart was the worst of his insults towards me for things like my birthday, major holidays, other stuff like that. One day I reported that Wayne Gretzky had been traded to the Los Angeles Kings. His take was that I had guessed correctly and shouldn't get any credit for breaking the story. This was the sort of thing I had

put up with through three years. Then I went to KCBS, another station in Los Angeles, and I can't remember now in retrospect what it was that finally ticked me off, except perhaps a rumor that I had that another sportscaster in Los Angeles was literally bribing Larry Stewart. Never proved it, tried, didn't succeed. I heard it from more than one person, then more than one person after I left local news in Los Angeles at the end of nineteen ninety one.

I have heard it as recently as earlier this year. I cannot swear that it's true. I mention it only for the context of whatever it was that drove me to write a note to Bill Dwyer, the I might say, nationally respected sports editor of the Los Angeles Times, who retired from that role several years later and continued to contribute to The Times through the last decade. I believe as a infrequent columnist, a good writer, a good man.

I had met him once, very briefly. He said he was a viewer and in desperation at a time when one did not take on the press face to face if you were in radio or TV, because, as the old saying goes, never pick a fight with a newspaperman. He has much more ink than you do. And it's one thing for somebody to be in that context critical of a newspaperman on television. It's ephemeral. You say it, and seven seconds later, most of the audience doesn't remember

what you say. If I went on there and said Larry Stewart of the LA Times sucks, who's going to remember Larry Stewart's going to remember? The Los Angeles Time's going to remember. They're going to write an article about me every week. That way, and that is the way most of American newspaper dumb, especially on the fringes. I mean, the TV sports columnist is not one of the top five hundred employees in a newspaper, not even in those halcyon days when they had them in almost all major

newspapers in the country. But the grudge will be then permanent. It's how much punishment are you willing to take. If it's not that much, you get out of the business. At least that was the mindset in the nineteen eighties. So I wrote Dwyer note saying this latest article, which I believe prophesied that I would be fired when I was six months into a no cut, three and a

half year contract that owed me something like two million dollars. So, in other words, if they fired me, the CBS employers that I was working for then would have had to pay me two million dollars rather than spend the two million dollars and have me kill off four minutes a show on each of their newscasts. CBS then and now is always going to choose that latter option unless you are totally out of your mind, and they would be in first place without you. They will pay you, but

only to keep working. When I finally did leave CBS, when they finally did not pick up my option, they gave me three months notice and said, of course, we want you to continue to stay on here. And do the newscast every night. Of course they did. They even sent me to cover the Magic Johnson HIV announcement. They trusted me with basically a full day live programming because they were already paying me. In any event, I am wandering away from this object again. I wrote Bill Dwyer

a note in desperation. It was polite. It was addressed to mister Dwyer, and it said, look, this has been going on long enough. He is making things up. To my surprise, I got a phone call from Bill Dwyer about a week later saying, hey, I got your note. I didn't want you to think I'm neglecting it. I don't think there's anything to it. But I watch you every night and I have a totally different opinion of

you than Larry Stewart does. And I think I owe you, as somebody who's been here for a few years now and has not made a big deal about Larry's comments about you, I think I owe you a quick review of what he's doing. So I'm going to go back and read all of his columns and I don't expect to find anything. I'm not going to take any action against him. I just wanted you to know I was doing it well. Even then, it seemed to me that this was an okay kind of show of respect. It

was not an admission of anything being wrong. It was not saying, look we at the Los Angeles Times drop the ball here, or I as the sports editor of the Los Angeles Time drop It was just something rather than ignoring it, rather than saying you're an idiot. Rather than printing my letter in the paper, which was one suggestion that somebody made write a letter to the editor. They we'll print publisher letter to the editor about Larry. Just what I need. In any event, the phone call ended.

It didn't last very long, and about a week and a half later the phone rang again and it was Bill Dwyer and I did not recognize his voice. His demeanor was utterly different Keith Bill Dwyer from the LA Times. I finished my review of what Stuart has written of me. I I'm very sorry. I'd like to take you to dinner to talk about remedies. Can can you? Would you be willing to sit down with me? I was so startled by this, I just said, sure, how about tomorrow night.

I'll come to you. The restaurant across the street from CBS the Columbia Grill. Sure what time's convenient. I'm thinking, well, I'm gonna maybe I should play with him and say eight am. I picked the time after the six o'clock news was over. I said, seven seven it is. We'll see you then the reservation will be in my name. My apologies. The dinner the next night was one of the rare ones in which I actually had time to

eat and digest my food. Bill Dwyer spent easily forty five minutes apologizing on behalf of himself and his sports department and the Los Angeles Times, and after years of trying to work that ref nicely at a distance, he said something that I believe is relevant to all those who ever have a criticism of a new paper, sometimes believe it or not. The people in charge know only what the people who work for them say about what

is in the paper. They have not, despite the fact that you would think this would be the first thing they would do, read everything in the newspaper. They have not. Even as Bill Dwyer explained, he did not read everything that was in the Los Angeles Times between you and me. Larry doesn't get paid for this. He works in the makeup department. He helps us lay out the pages of

the sports section. We send them every once in a while to cover some high school football games, and you know, we throw them kind of a fee for that, but his contract is as a layout person. Well, I stifled my laughter because I wanted to hear where he was going with this story. The rest of it was the column that he wrote two or three times a week about TV sports was basically done for free. I did not even ask how they got this passed the newspaper man,

but they did somehow. He explained that he thought Larry Stewart was probably the worst writer who had ever appeared in the Los Angeles Times, and that they did this just because for years, the LA Herald Examiner, before it went out of business in I believe nineteen eighty seven or eighty eight, had a very good TV sports columnist named Bob Kaiser, and there was an excellent one at the LA Daily News named Phil Rosenthal, and they were ashamed that they didn't have their own TV sports columnist,

and there wasn't enough money in the budget for it. They rather cover local high school sports, and then they found this marvelous opportunity, and he said, I'm realizing now we have gotten what we paid for, and I did. At this point, having small responsibilities as the sports editor or sports director of Channel two in Los Angeles, I needed to talk to an actual sports editor about this.

I said, I don't understand. There are very few ma your editorial decisions that I input myself into that are not directly parts of the script right in front of me. But every once in a while I have to be involved in somebody else's work on a show I'm not doing and issue either instructions or assignments or don't cover that, or make sure you cover this, or emphasize that. I don't think it happens every month, but maybe every six weeks. I know you must have this daily. You're the sports editor.

How could you not know what's in the column. I can't bear to read it. So I'm feeling a little bit better about myself here. But he said, I read everything he has written about you in the paper. I went into our morgue the archives and read. In these pre internet days, I read everything he wrote about you.

There is the same pattern that you described about him attacking you on major holidays and your birthday, and always finding some way to do something negative about you and to predict he has reported twenty three different times that you were about to be fired. This is not possible. How many times were you about to be fired? I went maybe once? He my God, he said, I made a terrible mistake. I left that column and a couple of others in the hands of two deputy sports editors

of the LA Times. Two of them were responsible for Stuart's content. I have now demoted them both there now I forget the title, but it was basically assistant copy editor of the sports section of Los Angeles Times. And I told Stuart that if he writes anything else about you ever again, it must go to my desk. In fact, I want him to come into my office and read

it to me aloud before he publishes. Stewart, of course, worked around this by never mentioning me again for the length of my time as a local sportscaster in Los Angeles. Later on he had no choice but to mention me because I was at ESPN and then in fact working in Los ange to us on Fox Sports, and he managed to find ways long after Bill Dwyer had retired as sports editor to try to take shots at me.

The punchline to this was one of the many punchlines, was that Bill Dwyer said that I was not only totally correct, but that if I had made any mistakes, it was not telling him sooner that this had happened. Go to the boss in the situation in which you're dealing with the newspaper that has decided or part of it has decided to enact vengeance or bias against someone or something or somebody particularly connected to us. You're not in exactly the same business that we are, but we

all cover sports in Los Angeles. You deserve better respect than that. You should have come to me sooner. The only time he got anywhere near defensive about what had happened, and I said, well, I'll remember to do that again. Although I don't like to work the refs, and he shouted, work the refs. It works. Two punchlines, I said, there was just one. There are, in fact three. If the name Greta Gerwig means anything to you, I believe the Academy Award winning director of Barbie had an actress also

in her own right. Writer of Barbie and other film works, Larry Stewart's niece. That was a surprise and the punchline of all punchlines. I had assumed when I left local news in Los Angeles at the end of nineteen ninety one that Larry Stewart had no greater enemy in the business than myself. Six years later, seven years later, I guess I went to work at NBC Sports had the privilege of working on baseball broadcasts with Bob Yucker and Joe Morgan and Jim Gray and Bob Costas and me.

We were the World Series team in nineteen ninety seven. Hannah Storm and I did the game show together as well, and I was in the dugout for the Cleveland Indians during that World Series. The nineteen ninety eight American League Playoffs, I was in the dugout for Cleveland throughout that series with the Yankees and did the pre and postgame shows then too. As we left Cleveland for Newark, I believe in the middle of the series, as we were taxing down the runway, I was seated next to my friend

Bob Costas. This is I think October nineteen ninety eight, and I said something as we began to lift off the ground at the airport in Cleveland. I said, so did you see what Larry Stewart wrote the other day? And Bob looked at me as if he was going to kill me and everybody connected to Larry Stewart. You know Larry Stuart. There was a different voice, not the Bob Costas voice that we've heard for many years. You know Larry Stewart, I said, I was his victim for

many years. I've got a great story about him. Let me tell you a story about him. First we landed in Newark, New Jersey. I want to say about an hour and a half later. Those who know that flight could probably correct me and give me an exact time, but it was about an hour and a half, maybe a little more, maybe a little less. And as we touched down, as we heard that little as your wheels satisfactorily hit the runway and you have survived another flight,

Bob said, Okay, that's my story. Now you can tell your Larry Stewart story. I've done all the damage I can do here. Thank you for listening. That's absolutely true. Greta Gerwig is the niece of the former TV sports columnist of the Los Angeles Times, Larry Stewart, and I didn't tell you half the stories about Larry Stewart. Any who worked the refs, that's the lesson. I don't know if that's what caused the New York Times take out

on Trump's insanity. I don't know if that's why we will be now inundated with articles of that sort and pieces of that sort by the news organizations from around the world that treat The New York Times as if it were the final authority on everything, rather than a bunch of guys named Biff. In any event, thanks for listening. We're now back to five episodes a week, posting nightly just after midnight Eastern. Once again, there's a Monday Countdown. As you are listening to it now, you will have

noticed it's a little shorter than the other ones. Give me a break. Please send this podcast to somebody who does not know they need to listen, but should, especially anybody who's not a fan of Larry Stewart. Brian Ray and John Phillips Chanel, the musical directors, have Countdown, arranged, produced, and performed most of our music. Mister Shanelle handled orchestration and keyboards. Mister Ray was on the guitars, bass, and drums,

and it was produced by Tko Brothers. The story was that at all press conferences mister Stewart would bring a bag and take food home with him. Our satirical and pithy musical comments are by the best baseball stadium organist ever, Nancy Faust. I mean, I've walked out of a press conference with a little extra sandwich or something while we're talking about a three day supply. That was the story

I was told. The sports music is the Old Woman theme from ESPN two, written by Mitch Warren Davis Curtesy of ESPN, Inc. I mean, if you want to say I'm not funny or not good at it, you have the right to do that. That's a columnist's job. You can't make stories up. And that's what the guy who edited the La Times sports section said. Larry did other music arranged and performed by the group No horns allowed, and everything else was as usual. Pretty much my fault,

ask Larry Stewart. Honest to goodness, I don't even remember if I got my Bob Costas rebuttal in. There After Bob finished his hour and a half long story about Larry Stewart. He did not like Larry Stewart in a way that made it look like Larry and I were

I don't know, attached twins. That's countdown for today, four weeks and one day until the twenty twenty four presidential election, the one three hundred and seventy first day since convicted felon drooling Jay Trump's first attempted coup against the democratically elected government of the United States, and day two after

The Times realized something was wrong with Dawn. Use the election, use the metal health system, use presidential immunity if we have to, to keep Trump from doing it again while we still can. The next scheduled countdown is tomorrow, boltons as the news requires. Till then, I'm Keith Alremman. Good morning, good afternoon, good night, and good luck. Countdown with Keith

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