He and a friend were walking out of the Northgate QFC on Jan 15, when a couple of teenagers ran up, yelled FAG!, and threw eggs at them, messing up their clothes and of course, freaking them out.
Mr. Operator (real name, Chris Sterling, 39, says the cretins recognized him, went back into the grocery store, bought eggs, and came back to pelt him.
(Photo: Gay Phone Operator)
(Like most straight, white people in Seattle: we're shocked when shit like this happens in this liberal paradise. Northgate is a tough neighborhood, though, and sexual differentness particularly rattles small people).
GPO is a very out guy, his license plate says GAYFNOP and he was wearing a hat with GPO. He writes on his Livejournal page: "I am on a local radio show... i have been for 11 years.. that is the name they gave me [because] i used to work for the phone company... they used to call me Gay Microsoft Employee when i worked there."
We'll hear from readers that getting hit by eggs isn't the worst thing you could be hit by. Hell, it could have been rocks, or acid, or gasoline... We'll hear that he deserved the attention he brings to himself.
We have a constitutional right to flame -- and it's been backed up with some very succinct statutes.
GPO writes: "I don't mind getting called names cuz of the radio show.. i am used to that and expect it for the role i play .. but for them to call me a fag and attack me physically.. that is what is bothering me so much."
(Photo: T-Man, lowest common dominator)
This was all mocked on-air by T-Man and his guffaw-gang, and shit-pitching team, Pasty Dave, Hot Shot Scott, Vinnie the Pooh, and Ol' Piss in His Pants. There's Tari Free, a woman paid to laugh at every word out of T-Man's mouth.
No loyalty for GPO, of course and we wouldn't expect it of this crowd. GPO's attack was just another soft-spot to stick a finger into on the FM. (Is there anything besides a sports team that would inspire loyalty with these poltroons?)
Mr. Operator rolled with it, too -- radio jobs are hard to come by, we guess. He didn't call the cops, or allow so much as one dissenting/supportive voice on the air after the mawkish crew mooned him so publicly for being such a girly-man as to have been the target of this indignity.
(photo: Hot Shot Scott)
(We'd direct you to the (Jan 17) podcast but it's conveniently missing from the T-Man site)
Guess we shouldn't expect much from these over-caffeinated drivelers: disrespect, insensitivity, insensibility, incivility, meanness are bits, and laugh lines in this special world. Mostly it's just forced laughter, sexual intenuendo, sports talk, and inane minutiae.
This radio format will work as long as there are humans with dicks.
(We love the 'nothing is sacred' school of humor, but frankly, when it's all body-functions, date-rape, booze-news, bikini-kill, and ganging up on the weakest one in the room, just because you can, it bores hell out of us -- we've done our time in high school, and frat houses).
T-man, whose real name is Rob Tepper, stirred fair-minded people up last summer in a down-home Don Imus moment when he called all Native American women "ho's."
(Photo: Ol' Piss in His Pants)
Unfortunately for the T-man (the T is for toilet, he says) some of the fair-minded people bridling at his remarks were the Tulalip Tribe, who spend a lot of casino ad money with Clear Channel who owns KUBE.
Oops, said CC suits, and slapped the T-man's hand. (we're still looking for that "one-hour community affairs program celebrating Native American cultural heritage they promised).
This incident with the GPO is just another morning on FM -- we shouldn't expect more or different... but it makes us think: maybe radio deserves to die...