Nothing says desperate like a defense from the cooked ratings book. Callahan and Dennis can have “Here lies a scumbag, the rotting, fetid bottom of the barrel of humanity. He was #1 with his target demo.”

AM radio is deader than a doorknob, it’s only still there because every car still comes with a reciever and in case the grid goes down and people need to tune in.

Good for Callahan and Dennis for making a hill of beans parading around their personalities like the open, festering, pussing, pealed back scab wounds that they are. Surely Gerry’s father would have done the same with his racist pontifications if there had been a market beyond the barrooms of Lowell.

Like T.O. the airwaves will be a bit better when their act is over – but as one who stopped paying attention long ago, most of us won’t notice. Yawn.

Even more pathetic is that they probably did it to scrape up a few more pathetic listeners for the next ratings book.

Imagine being married to, or god forbid the offspring of, these two hypocritical losers? How many free rounds of golf and Dunkin Donut lattes can satiate you so that you momentarily forget the wretched stench emanating from your clothes and coded in your DNA tells the world John Dennis and Gerry Callahan are related to you.

Sure you get to tell your friends that your dad is a millionaire and you always get what you want for Christmas but that’s gotta wear off around the time you go to college.

Then for the rest of your life you walk around content with the fact that your dad made his living slaving over a hot microphone everyday telling the world what a miserable s.o.b. he was attracting at the other end of the radio a cocktail of sadists, masochists, and sociopaths none of whom are smart enough to change the station never mind buy a mp3 player.

This guy should set up a legal defense fund. I’ll throw in 20 bucks.