Talk radio has gone pretty much down the toilet here in the early days of the 21st century. I have used precious space here on this blog bemoaning this fact and I'm sure that no matter where you are at, you may have the same problem. The callers are mostly from the host's good ole boy network and if one gets through who disagrees with the host, he gets brow beaten by said host, who thinks he(or she) is king of the world.
Here is a sample of a segment:
Host: I said it would be like this, but all you morons said it would be different. The mayor is a joke, city council is a joke, the voters are a joke.
Producer #1: But you were wrong about something two weeks ago.
Host: get over here and let me slap you!
Producer # 2: he he yuk yuk yuk, it's all about the chicken!
Intern: I think you're the greatest!
Host: Let's go to the phones. WMAT, you're in the air!
Caller: Hey slick, you coming over to play cards tonight?
Host: Yeah, I'll be coming in my Mitsubishi. You going to order pizza from Zeppys?
Caller: As long as you bring the Labat blue.
Producer #2: He he yuk yuk yuk. It's all about the chicken.
Intern: It's an honor being here.
You see, all intelligent content.