Kwiet Riot...

Howie Carr got himself suspended from WRKO for a whole punishing week, such are the dangers of boredom heaped atop a thwarted sense of malice.

The worst thing that can befall a great public conduit-of-outrage is to have one's cherished antagonists turn into ghosts.
Take Howie Carr for example, once he was our local answer to H.L. Mencken, the Bulger Brothers his very Scopes Trial, the Late Edward Maximus his own personal Warren Harding.
Like Mencken though, he gone from gadfly, critic and provocateur to freeper golem & baiter of faggots, and why?
His favorite targets have all decamped for the Land of the Spirits.
Teddy Kennedy?
Playing gin rummy with the Archangels.
Hilary Clinton?
Vanished into the depths of Foggy Bottom, Washington DC's equivalent of Maple White Land.
George Keverian?
Measured for his harp and his pristine white wings.
Michael Stanley Dukakis?
He walks thru Allston Brighton like Kwai Chang Caine walked the Earth doing good that no one deigns to notice.
The list goes on and on, but you get my meaning.
No wonder Howie wants off of WRKO, his only hope is a change of venue to WTKK or Fox News or really anything at this point, the times have just rushed past the man.
This is the fate that befell Mencken as well, in five years from 1928 to 1934 he went from cherished iconoclast to embittered freeper. When people's expectations of politics change, watch out even the best of us will be left behind.
"What you gonna doo-oo with your nights now, Mister Teece?"
Or so Ray Bradbury summarized a similar situation long ago.

Object lessons for us all sez Humble Elias.