Holy cow! Yesterday I made this posting and the response was amazing - a little disturbing but amazing just the same.
The kick-start came from someone named Swampy who wrote this snappy response.
"Then there is Fred Patterson.
He's 50 "somethin"- about the age he should be settling in for the twilight of his carreer, and saving for retirement, or if he's really lucky, maybe saving for a cottage and a boat.
Instead, Patterson is running at the mouth pretending he is judge and jury. He has already convicted the young black male in a "Steven Truscott" type fashion.
A 50 year old fat man with a community college education - obviously has a problem with young black males(aged 16) so he convicted him after consuming his 15th bud lite at some pretentious "Trailer Park".
I could go on about how much dope Fred has purchased illiegally , or how much pot and hash has been passed around at that Tiki bar- but I don't know the FACTS, so that would be silly.
Obviously Patterson doesn't have that type of discipline in his life to obtain the facts and compared to morning radios grade 8 humour, beer guzzling and pining about an internet connection, what's a little red neck lynching?
This is what its come to in the middle-class, white , suburban hell named Brampton.
Think about how little has happened in the life of a 50ish year old for him to become a hostile psuedo red neck judge. How brazen he is, how troubled he must be to post anything, say anything to get back into mainstream radio with his "pull my finger" grade 8 humour
We may never learn the background of Fred Patterson .
Once he sobers up and makes the trip south to Brampton, we will once again here all the painful details about how Toronto's hockey team is doing this and not doing that! We will get his narrow opionins that are pulled from the Toronto sun.
Of course there will be his usual complaints about Toronto- A city that he doesn't have the balls to live in.
But somehow it won't be his fault , he will say " my wife doesn't want to live in Toronto- or " my dog can't live in the City, or there are too many young black males in the city"
And while precious time is being wasted on mundane blogs , more Red-necks will be brought up to the Tiki Bar to bitch and complain about a culture that they are soooo protected from, drink pissy American beer and pretend they no all the facts- then pass out drunk."
I've got to be honest, I think I know Swampy. It's either someone I've worked with, or somebody in the radio business who really doesn't care for me.
And that's fine. It's crazy to think you could work in an industry for close to 30 years without rubbing someone the wrong way, and I really have no problem with what Swampy wrote.
I use this website to exercise my writing skills and to give my opinion on everything under the sun. I don't think for a minute that everybodyâ€˜s going to agree with me, and even if they did, it would make this website a lot less interesting.
The only thing that bothers me about Swampy's posting, is that I know Swampy isn't your name. For some reason you've chosen not to show your face.
I am Fred Patterson. I drink Bud Lite, I vacation at a trailer, I built a tacky Tiki Bar and I wear my heart on my sleeve - but at least I put my name to everything I write.
I have strong opinions and I stand behind them with the invitation for anyone to respond. I have the option on this website to censor or "clear" comments before they appear, but I choose not to.
I'm prepared for any and all criticism, but I'd much prefer the response to have a name attached to it.
Again, I can tell by the way the response is written that I probably know who Swampy is, but for some reason Swampy has chosen to hide.
Just think how cool it would be if Swampy came out of hiding and told everyone who he is - how cool it would be if you all knew who it was and you could follow the dialogue between us.
But that's not the way it is. Instead, Swampy has decided to hide behind a nickname.
And yes I know, there are other people who probably post comments under assumed names. But when someone calls you a fat, racist drunkâ€¦ you'd sort of like to know who it is.
You know what I'm sayin'?