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Take a Hikey, Mikey
Ken, I enjoyed the Mikey show. I consider myself an M1 simply because that is the title of fans of the Mikey show. I also enjoy pondering the wonders of baryon assymetry as well as imagining a world in which the Battle of Stamford Bridge did not happen at the same time as Williams invasion from Normandy. The things that give us pleasure really do not define us and some of us can actually love a performer and feel no need to lock step and follow every belief or word of our preferred entertainers. It sickens me everytime someone mentions his Christin beliefs or his testimony on Fridays. Ken, who cares? What do you believe in? I am an atheist. Wait, that us not true. Unlike yourself I actually understand the implications of a Big Bang happening in a multiverse which now (replacing the Copenhagen Interpretation) seems to not be built on the collapse of the wave function but the sprouting of infinite separate universes. In short, Mr Everett was right-- we live in a universe in which every conceivable quantum state is realized. If you have yet to open new windows and begin several searches on Wikipedia then you would agree that how is believing that there is a separate universe in which one copy of The Turn of The Screw had a typo on page 35 replace the word the with then any superior in believing a man named Jesus is the son of an omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent Creator? He was funny on air. He was self effacing. He knew he had flaws and he exposed them. Unlike Howard Stern his show was not one large inside baseball fractal of behind the scenes jokes. He spoke about his day, his children as well as what was going on in the world. Ken the tree you have carved your name on is in a forgotten field and will be chopped down one day. I suspect that if you attempted to entertain more than one person for a few hours each day they would rather strip nude and start hiking to Alaska. It probably grows weary being trapped in that skull of yours, no? But wait, you have a past time! You write for the San Diego Reader! And you sometimes find joy in writing negative things about a popular local entertainer who is out of a job. Despite what you may feel a lot of us loved Mikey and only wish him the best. Reading your article is tantamount to overhearing someone spew childish insults at your grandmother as she took too much time with her coupons at the grocery store. I am sure you had dreams as a child, Ken. Well give up. This is what your lonely life has become-- is it not grand? Responding to comments on an article you wrote about a radio personality that is missed by many people on a blog for a free rag in San Diego. Seeing you flounder around in the bottom of a steel fishing boat is unbecoming. Go take a walk. Read something good! Expand your horizons! I suggest two books for your summer list: Persian Fire by Tom Holland and The Fabric of Reality by David Deutsch. Sorry for typos and such, taking a shit and on my iPhone.— March 20, 2012 10:21 p.m.