A couple of
hours before O’Reilly’s appearance, his producer showed up at the station, nice
young guy, easy to work with. He and our producer, the highly competent Lupe
Soto worked everything out. Then O’Reilly showed up 10 minutes before the first
show and pretty much threw a grenade in the room, slammed the door, waited a
minute or two and then proceeded to scream at his producer and our staff. No
one could figure what he was pissed off about. He was just pissed. He was
angry. He was a dick. According to Bill O, nothing was right, nothing worked to
his satisfaction. Somehow our station, a radio station that operated like a
fine watch 24/7 was a smoking, steaming pile of shit.
After the
show got under way, I left for lunch, I walked out in the parking lot, noticed
a black town car idling in the hot Florida sunshine. Sitting in the back seat
was a young woman filing her nails. I realized at that moment why Bill needed
that suite at the hotel and wasn’t using his family condo.
We did a
meet and greet with a few clients and listeners after his show the next day.
Bill O was a dick to them too. He was short, ill-tempered and treated them with
contempt.
As he closed
his last show he told his loyal audience that he was meeting his family for the
weekend at their Florida condo as he closed the “Factor”. Never mentioned the
station, never mentioned our staff. As he walked out the door, he didn’t shake
a hand or bother to say goodbye.
Bill O’Reilly
is and was a massive dick. Worse than Michael (Wiener) Savage, who spent his
time in South Florida wearing a heavy coat and a long scarf, at least Savage
didn’t shit all over our staff.
I could tell you a story about the (late) legendary sweet and godly Paul Harvey, too.
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