By Jeff Moss
DetroitSportsRag@GMail.com
August 16, 2013
Damn I forgot to do something ….
Uh …. oh yeah …. it ain’t over motherfuckers ….
The motherfucker fucking saga continues …..
You motherfuckers ready for Jeff Moss? Well get the fuck up …..
A bitch is a bitch …….
It was once said by a man who couldn’t quit …..
Justin Spy writes the rhymes that I sing ….
Here’s what they think about you
Here’s what they think about you
Here’s what they think about you
Here’s what they think about you
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Here’s what they think about youFuck all ya’ll ……
God damn, I’m glad ya’ll set it off ……..
When Vince Gilligan was crafting the overall theme of Season 5a of “Breaking Bad,” he decided to concentrate on Walter White’s successful conquest of the American Southwest’s meth trade business.
Walter had defeated Tuco Salamanca and outsmarted the Tate Dillow of Albuquerque, Gus Fring. There were no more mountains to climb, so Gilligan focused on his anti-hero’s reign as “King.”
I enjoyed Season 5a and the above-referenced arc, but there was one scene from Episode 7 that rang hollow to me. It occurred during the beginning of that particular show when W.W. demanded that a rival Phoenix drug dealer say his name. Well, not really his name, but the alias of “Heisenberg” out loud.
I was like, come on, man. Would these meth-slinging thugs REALLY be intimidated by this cancer survivor, no matter his reputation? I also thought Gilligan was a little heavy-handed in force-feeding us the “King” narrative in this scene; as egomaniacal as the former chemistry teacher had become, did he REALLY need to hear his name repeated for this ultimate satisfaction?
Well, after reading Terry Foster’s dreadful blog post this morning, I know exactly how “Heisenberg” felt at that moment in the desert.
Look, Foster, ya motherfucker, if you are going to post a HORRIBLY-written, diarrhea-of-the-written-word blog — which is completely in response to my attacks on you — at least have the dignity to SAY …. MY …. NAME.
And make no mistake about it, today’s rant about how people text him mean things, wish him death, and falsely predicted his failure — as well as a perceived jealousy of his success within the Detroit media — could have just as easily been emailed to me directly instead of being posted on his blog.
You’d think the cuntball would have the good sense to ignore me. You’d think the “Great and Powerful” Terry Foster would have the intelligence to pay me no mind. But that would assume the illiterate has an IQ over over 90, which we all know isn’t the case.
I mean, I am just an “insurance man” with a blog and not a co-host on the number-one-rated sports talk show in Detroit and the vanquisher of Stoney and Wojo, so why am I so deep into this jackhole’s echo chamber of a head?
Anyway, let’s delve into some of Fraudster’s poor sentence structure in this piece, while exposing his horrid thought process.
A few years ago 971 FM began something called Ticket Text where listeners to the show are allowed to send text to the Valenti and Foster Show along with the other on air personalities.
Behind the vile of anonymity people call Mike and I the worst names imaginable. People string together the worst racial slurs to degrade me and blacks that you can think of. It is not a now and then thing. It happens every day.
I guess this imbecile’s keyboard has a broken hyphen and comma buttons. Forget for a moment that this man is a supposed journalist. Actually, don’t. Read those paragraphs again and then remember this man was inducted into the Central Michigan Journalism Hall of Fame.
I mean, somebody at CMU at SOME POINT over the last few years has had to have read Foster’s unedited blog posts and had this reaction …..
I have been attempting to come up with a scenario as outrageous as Terry Foster’s induction into a JOURNALISM Hall of Fame for 30 minutes now and all I have is Ariel Castro coaching a high school junior varsity pom-pom squad.
And even THAT isn’t strong enough.
What the fuck is Foster even talking about here? This opening has zero to do with the balance of his “article.” Was he just looking for sympathy? Hey Terry, were you born with a hatchet wound between your legs?
Wahhhhhhh, you get blasted with racial taunts on “Ticket Texts.” Big fucking deal. I’ve had Twitter followers send me photographs of MASS GRAVES at Auschwitz when they didn’t like my opinion on the Mike Trout vs. Miguel Cabrera MVP race. Did I write a blog and whine about it, or did I ignore the ignorant anti-semitic blasts from anonymous cowards?
From day one we were told our show was an abortion and that we would last six months to a year. That was 10 years ago.
Do ya know anyone who has called THAT show an abortion since day one? Hmmm. Who could he be talking about? I am pretty sure I am more connected with the word “abortion” at this point than either Jane Roe or Henry Wade is.
And the comment about them lasting six months to a year is something Fraudster™ (Foster’s co-worker) has tried to throw in my face for years.
When AM-1270 placed Foster and Valenti on the air a decade ago, they did it to SAVE MONEY. They were waving the white flag after dumping tons of dough on Gary Danielson, Eli Zaret and Kirk Gibson.
So they hired a kid fresh out of MSU, paid him next to nothing, and paired him with Foster, who had bounced back and forth between WDFN and WXYT for years. As a matter of fact, Foster was so lightly-regarded by others in his industry that he almost gave up on the idea of ever making it in sports talk radio. How do I know this? BECAUSE HE FUCKING TOLD ME.
Crazy of me to think that a guy who was regarded by sports talk radio execs as having less talent than Marc Spindler would not end up hosting a highly-rated program one day.
And the basis for my thinking that Valenti and Foster wouldn’t last was predicated on my opinion that the station ITSELF was on its way out. The pair weren’t even on during PM drive at that point.
And WXYT-AM would have been given a permanent dirt nap if it wasn’t for the worst decision to let an entity off the hook since Bill “The Butcher” Cutting spared Amsterdam Vallon’s life in “Gangs of New York” instead of finishing him off inside the theater.
Oh, Bill, you are going to let this vengeful kid — who has spent the last 15 years plotting your death in retaliation for killing his father — live as some sort of cautionary freak show warning instead of just offing him?
Well, THAT was a sound plan in comparison to Til Levesque’s decision to not place her foot on the throat of 1270 by moving WDFN to 106.7-FM back when WXYT was in full-surrender mode.
Hey fuckstick, you won the ratings battle because your employer decided to move you to the FM dial and broaden their programming to a different format than just sports.
If Levesque made the obvious call to move WDFN to 106.7 a decade ago, then Foster and Valenti’s radio program wouldn’t have outlasted Foster’s failed Lakeside Mall candy store.
We were told we would never beat the popular afternoon show Stoney and Wojo on 1130 AM. We finally did that. And that was before we went FM.
Does this shitbag know that he currently works with the two gentleman that he is disparaging in that comment? This is the same guy who, to this day, denies that he wrote a “We Won” article in the Detroit News when Mike Stone and Bob Wojnowski lost their jobs back in 2009. Yet, here we are with the sequel.
And while Foster can claim that he had dethroned Stoney and Wojo BEFORE the FM switch, well, it’s not true. S & W was still the #1 PM Drive sports show at the time, even if the old Arbitron ratings would fluctuate from time to time.
Talkers Magazine named us one of the top five most influential sports talk shows in America.
Oh my lord. Talkers Magazine ranked you in the top five? What an accomplishment!!!! Do you think ANYONE at that trade magazine ever listened to ten minutes of your programming? I am going to guess that Michael Harrison has no clue who the fuck you are. I am also guessing that you don’t know who Michael Harrison is.
The vast majority of people support Mike and I but I wanted to let you in on the dirty little secret of the media. Mike and I are sometimes like Duke, the New York Yankees or the Miami Heat. We do a good job but some people will hate on you because of your success or opinions.
This is a subtle attempt to explain why so many people in the industry think Foster is a joke. Ya know, like people whom he works with who call him a fraud. They’re just jealous haters. Nothing to do with his overall lack of talent or dearth of sports knowledge.
And comparing yourself to pantheon sports organizations? Are you fucking kidding me? Does this delusional wackjob think people actually tune in for HIM?!?!???!
Hey Terry, here is another dirty little secret. You are on the #1 rated show because there has been no actual FM competition until approximately four days ago. Also, you are on the #1-rated show because you carry the water for Valenti.
Believing that you are the reason for the success of that program is like Charlie Watts walking into Ford Field, looking around at the 65,000 people in attendance and thinking they are there for HIM.
And Terry, since you are a dolt and probably have no clue who Charlie Watts is, I’ll fill you in. He is the drummer for a group called the Rolling Stones.
Actually, that’s an insult to Watts. You’re more like the roadie who scampers around picking up the microphone stand for Mick Jagger when the lead singer accidentally knocks it over.
We are here to entertain the truck driver, insurance man and anybody else whose job is to hit the road to earn a living.
There are about five million vocations in the world. I am sure it was just a coincidence you mentioned “insurance man.” And I personally have never heard the phrase “Insurance Man” before. Is that some obscure superhero who saves the day by absorbing your deductible on a frozen pipe claim?
Here are a few other random bullet points that need to be raised regarding this latest Foster third-trimester:
- It’s hilarious how Foster conflates ratings success with actual quality. Broadcasting to the lowest common denominator and obtaining ratings glory is great for CBS Radio, but does nothing for the average listener. Your show is bad. You’re bad. Just because mouth-breathers tune in to your sewer product doesn’t mean the show is of any quality whatsoever. You must think you can get a better meal at McDonald’s than Morton’s, Justin Bieber has more musical talent than the Black Keys and Twilight was a better film than Shawshank Redemption.
- Foster bitches about anonymous social media blasts being cowardly. Well, I am a lot of things, but anonymous isn’t one of them. I put my name on everything I write and when I showed up to bomb you in PERSON in Grand Circus Park and not behind a keyboard, I was manhandled by two security goons in your employ. You can’t have it both ways.
- The increase in the number of responses from Foster to this type of stuff on Twitter, Facebook and now his blog has been noticeable over the past few days, which obviously means that Drew Lane is in Foster’s barren head as well. Foster can talk all he wants about “winning” and surviving the rough-and-tumble ratings battle but he has NEVER faced a foe like Lane, who has consistently put up impressive rating numbers for three decades now. This isn’t a full-frontal attack from Eric “Dance All Night” Chase and a limp-dick signal. Nor is it Stoney and Wojo slapping some postage on their show and dropping it into a mailbox. Nope, this is the man who defeated Howard Stern in Detroit — a broadcasting legend who is so dominant in attracting listeners and stealing audience share that Sirius paid him 900 MILLION DOLLARS over ten years to make the switch from terrestrial radio. Lane swatted Howard FUCKING Stern away in Detroit, so do you think he is worried about facing-off against a pocket-square-toting, Gucci-shoe-wearing studio gangsta and his grammatically-incorrect columnist partner?
- Keep it up Foster. Continue to namelessly bait me into writing these articles. Once the Smokehouse is out of business, the only thing I will have left to discuss is your old habit of mackin’ on chicks online while you were married. Or are those rumors from jealous haters inside your business as well? Dirty radio secrets? Which is it, Bonechip?
And one last thing, you monumental hypocrite. My flock alerted me to this Facebook post of yours from the other day in which you once again discuss me without mentioning my name.
Yes, St. Michael Valenti. He never does ANYTHING like that. He was never reprimanded by the Lions for making a joke about Cory Smith drowning at sea.
And Lions management never had to call your station to bitch about Valenti discussing “taking out” the team’s head coach and General Manager with one bullet so as not to waste ammunition.
And I am sure you and Mike Valenti have NEVER tried to “get hard working people fired.” Right? You would never suggest a player get cut or a coach or manager be dismissed? Sports talk radio hosts never attempt to sway public opinion regarding a GM getting shitcanned either.
I guess people in the radio and newspaper industry are a protected class above reproach in your fucked-up world.
The comeuppance of this entitled, incoherent huckster will be fun to watch and I cannot wait for the inevitable ratings slide. And make no mistake about it, Drew Lane is going to take a big chunk of listeners away from Foster and Valenti. The “Foster Flailing” that will occur at that point will be hilarious if he ALREADY is in this sort of defensive mode.
In the future, Terry …. just have the balls to say my name when you reference me.
It’s Jeffrey Moss.
You’re goddam right.
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