Casey Kasem, the outwardly squeaky clean disc jockey, is heard unleashing an obscenity laden tirade against his staff. Kasem was incensed that an up-tempo Pointer Sister’s song immediately preceded a long-distance dedication for a dead dog named Snuckles. The raving paranoid Kasem suspects that the conflicting song selection may be part of a larger conspiracy against him.
As a youngster, I enjoyed listening to Kasem spinning my favorite top-40 hits. I even got a kick out of his heartfelt dedications and sappy over-the-top delivery. I now know that Kasem’s on-air shtick was merely a facade erected to conceal the seething hatred and putrid rot that emanated from his black soul. If there is a hell Mr. Kasem, you will occupy its furthest depths for violating your formerly sacred public image and by taking the Lord’s name in vain.
I want somebody to use his fucking brain to not come out of a goddamn record that is up-tempo and I got to talk about a fucking dog dying!