Bob Lonsberry's "Your Home Town"

Just before going into the smallest room in the house, I made sure to turn off Bob Lonsberry's weekly boring monologue, "Your Home Town," quite possibly the worst radio show ever. There's no need to elaborate other than question, who, in one's right mind, would want to listen to this blowhard posture and pontificate for a full hour on a Sunday morning? WHAM must be really hard up to fill Sunday mornings. They actually pay this douche for it.

Lonsberry Show, June 19, 2017 Sets New Standard for Boredom and Vulgarity

Two hours into his show Monday, June 19, Bob Lonsberry has had zero callers, spent the first hour talking about his family, as if anybody actually cares, then spent part of the second trial talking about dog poop in a courtroom some 30 years ago (Shawcross trial). Just after 10:00 am, Lonsberry is killing the airwaves around Rochester, talking about - really, no kidding - himself, again, because, as mentioned in earlier posts, Bob Lonsberry is a narcissist who cannot keep himself out of any 10 or 15 minute segment. He must always mention what he thinks, what he'd do, always stumbling through the English language with a series of ums, ahs, blah-blah-blahs and the ever-present rhetorical "right?" as though we should all agree with his thinking. This guy is cancer, and if WHAM was any kind of a radio station other than a poor excuse for a place-holder of an FCC license, they'd fire this doofus immediately. This note about Lonsberry is one to ponder: he does a morning show from 8:00 am to 12:00 noon on WhAM, then usually goes "for a run" before getting back behind the microphone (in Rochester) to air a show in Syracuse on WSYR (also owned by iHeart Media) from 2:00 pm to 5:00 pm. The question listeners and the program director must ask, "how much serious show prep can this moron actually do, and how much of it matters?" Lonsberry is the public face of WHAM and it's been covered in mud for so long that nobody can see that it's actually not real.