Who pulled the trigger?



Shock jock Alan Jones would best be described by the discerning listener as a pain in the auditory canals if not the posterior. He definitely needs training in the accurate delivery of facts, something to date he has paid scant attention to. But as shrill as the highly opinionated Jones gets he doesn't do prank calls. He expects calls, and to interview or lecture on his terms, with the quaking postulant on their metaphorical knees. 

But the focus at present is on 2DAY FM, employers of Vile Kyle that other repeat offender with equally unfettered, or just fetid, access to the airways.  What intrigues is exactly who, lurking in the shadows, pulled the trigger and put to air that famous phone call to King Edward VII Hospital. The two wretched D Jays in the line of fire, or ire, deny they made the final call, decision in this case, and the station's limp excuse is they made five attempts to contact the hospital before putting the prank call to air. I'd simply love to know who, plural or singular, gave the nod and three cheers and a bonus to any whistleblower daring to name names. This just might take the blowtorch off the DJays a tad. 

Now the hospital denies they received any calls and the onus really is on Austereo to prove they, in fact, made the calls.  Despite widespread scepticism no one has yet dared to ask for phone records to verify the station's claim, and would they be possible to get anyway? How many lawyers would that take and how many spin doctors are at the helm in defence of this broadcaster? 

Remember Max the Axe, is the head honcho of Southern Cross Austereo radio empire, and he was no Mr Nice Guy when John Howard's former chief headkicker, Remember the pack of scabs we are dealing with here. 

Personalities?
Radio jocks are often characterised as personalities presumably because they are either untrained or from a variety of backgrounds, with comedians getting top billing. 

I was disgusted by this dumb stunt. Posted in December 2012.

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