Sunday, October 09, 2005#20 Super Snake
This one has nothing to do with politics, but I can't stand KISS FM's afternoon drive DJ, Super Snake. My dislike for Snake is something that's been brewing for years. I grew up listening to him during his first stint on Power 92, and even suffered through his Days of our Lives updates on channel 12--which was my first sign that television news is a joke.
When Snake was suddenly and mysteriously absent from the airwaves in the late 90's, I didn't ask what happened. Why look a gift horse in the mouth? I simply took it as a blessing and did my best to forget about him.
Imagine my surprise when years later I turn on my radio to a screaming "Ssssssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppeeerrr Snake" laughing obnoxiouosly at himself during an interview with the then unmarried and therefore unimportant Nick Lachey. And when he came back, he came back with a vengeance. He took advantage of Power's new harder hip-hop image and did his best to be the urban Howard Stern, minus the talent and humor. For example, on Wednesdays, he would prompt women to call-in and comment on "what they got" downstairs. Some popular answers were the Hitler mustache, the landing strip, the jungle, or his personal favorite, the chubby bunny. No wit, no humor, just women sharing their personal grooming preferences.
After his second stay and 92.3, he moved to his current home at KISS 104.7. While his dial position has changed, not much else has. Every day around 3:30, Super Snake does a segment called "I knew you was a snake" where he calls someone who is believed to be cheating on their partner, offers the suspected cheater a free dinner, asks the name of the person they will be dining with, and then when they predictably say the name of someone other than their partner, their significant other appears on the line and goes Jerry Springer on their ass while Snake cackles in the background. It's painful to listen too and the formula never changes.
I'm not pro-censorship when it comes to risqué content, but I wish the FCC could do something about idiocy. I know I have the power to change the dial, and I excersize that power, but I'm afraid of what listening to crappy radio is going to do to this society and it's sense of humor. Although, after watching 40-Year-Old Virgin with a sold out crowd that laughed hysterically from beggining to end, I fear it might be too late.
Did I mention that Super Snake still wears Hammer pants?