Since I became a Snoorologist, I like Open Lines. There's where there might...just MIGHT...be something unscripted happen. A caller could bluff all the screeners and say something right off the goddamn wall. By Friday, the Snooring is extremely loud and old Noory is phoning it in with exclamations like his charmer from the other night:
3/24/11 John Rappaport.
GN: Something's wrong with people these days. People can't just talk any more; they get angry. People have lost the ability to speak. I think this country is compromised. Do you think there's something wrong with people, John?
(Silence)
George--there's something wrong with YOU, for sure. YOU have lost the ability to put together a complex sentence in any meaningful way on the air. We're out here wondering if you need neurological tests--a stroke? Do you have a loved one at home who can care for you? Man up, George, it's time to think of the future realistically before you reach the PeeWee Herman level.
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