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It's astonishing how bad your reading comprehension is, old fella. At the very least, you couldn't even grasp when I said this article isn't reaching anyone except for me and you bickering. Your abilities are downright remedial in everything you try, including your second bad attempt in a row at playing Guess Who for my identity. Keep f-cking that chicken. Let me close by laying this out for you: I will never, ever tell you what the truth is, what you're wrong about, what your "source" is wrong about, who it is wrong about, or which side of your face has something crusty on it that you really should get checked out. Choose not to believe that I have the truth housed in my head and that you will *never* hear it, it truly doesn't matter to me what a heavy-breathing bozo like you thinks. But that feeling nagging you, that you aren't in on the whole story? That's the wall that separates the real industry from what you do. Much like you often hear at the concerts you cover, your name's not on the list, wait in the line with everyone else. That said, I acknowledge you probably won't lose any sleep over this whole thing. Instead, as always, you'll be losing sleep due to drinker's false dawn. Bye bye, Kenny boy.— October 8, 2016 12:38 p.m.
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You know, it kind of defeats the purpose of saying "ah I know exactly who you are" when you just name everyone it could possibly be (and fail. HARD). Here's the thing, Kennyboy 5000, I could say some is not true, only 1 or 2 things arent true, or the whole thing isnt true, but then that would make me a better source than whatever former pissed off DJ who couldn't land an overnight gig after being unable to keep up with fickle millennial tastes you got as your source. That is, if it they are not indeed what I said about it being a hallucination. You did not deny that either. Can you go on record and deny that? It would be the first thing you've gone on record for in this whole thing. Anyway, for the sake of argument, and because you will anyway, pretend nothing I said is true. Reality will continue on without you, and time will forget you ever existed. By the way, it's truly hilarious that the doofus who spells with preteen texting grammar, and who throws out sentences like "they don't want their name to used", is going to try and take a potshot about not understanding what was being said, but I guess that's just a sign of advanced aging. Or hitting the bottle at 6pm on a Friday. Couldn't score free tickets to the Belly Up, so you're taking your abuse out on your keyboard? PS: The hits you and I have given this article for this little flamewar has to account for 80% of all traffic this niche column will ever reach. PPS: How's your lawsuit against Fox going for Family Guy stealing your likeness?— October 8, 2016 1:02 a.m.
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"There is no lack of speculation about what this breakup could mean." No truer words ever spoken, you couldn't get a single person to go on record with their thoughts. Which is weird, until I realized that your sources are Tyler Durden-esque manifestations of your sad aged frustrations over not being a somebody in any arm of the music industry. Now it makes sense why they tell you things that just don't work that way in radio at all, along with compliments like "you're a great writer, Ken" and "you're not well past your expiration date appearing at any venue in town" and "you don't sweat too much when you drink, Ken, people aren't staring." It's okay, despite what all of San Diego thinks, your writings *are* valuable. Your niche columns about a middle-aged dad's perspective of the local music scene are as relevant to millennials as your steadfast opinion that oatmeal is too spicy. Keep doing you, brother.— October 7, 2016 11:41 a.m.