Monday, April 6, 2009

Which One of You Is Chicken Little?


Clucking, whispering, winking and nodding, people have spoken of WYOU News' sky falling for a long, long time.

Rumors, "facts," innuendo, gut feelings, whatever, the sky had been alleged to be falling on that operation for probably beyond a decade. I will say again that my only surprise is that it didn't come crashing down sooner.

I'd like to tell you that countless people have asked me about WYOU calling it quits...I can't.

Countless haven't asked. Those who have mentioned it add roughly the following caveat, "...well, I'm not really all that surprised."

That alone is a sad lack of tribute to those who worked there, those especially who stood before cameras each day and tried to comport themselves in a fashion more consistent with a station of sizable audience.

And therein lies one of the myriad reasons WYOU News is no more.

Few watched, fewer cared enough to mark its passing, to be nosy enough to need to know just what happened. It truly did end with whimper and not bang. It's been less than a week since it happened and boards and blogs have all but fallen silent on the matter.

So, what did happen?

Opinions are about all you'll get from me. Being formerly associated with the corporate tangle that operated WYOU News, or more accurately, "provided news services" for WYOU, my opinions, unlike WYOU viewers, are indeed countless.

None of them are very flattering.

It all came down to a matter of neglect, plain and simple neglect. The only question left hanging would be, was it neglect of thoughtlessness, or neglect of design?

When WYOU's present owners purchased that station I once worked for, it became clear in both abundance and a hurry that WYOU was being shoved into the backseat, that it was to be treated like the poor stepchild. We lived in the big house on the hill, WYOU had that little shack of a place down below.

The little shack's gone, the sky fell on it. The big house stands. If clocks still ticked, you just might hear one somewhere off in the distance. Or maybe it's another piece of the sky starting to crack, someday likewise to fall.

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I often refer to myself as a "recovering broadcaster." I mean no disrespect to those recovering from other addictions, although broadcasting likely qualifies as just that, an addiction. Its dangers are known to many, especially those who have felt the sting and carry the lacerations of being kicked to the curb for not only doing your job, but oftentimes for excelling at it. Life's fortunes have afforded me a rare chance to have a completely different and new second career in the field of animal sheltering. I am neither an animal-crazy nor humane-iac, but I am committed to the idea that companion animals deserve to be treated with respect and decency. My interests are varied, perhaps eclectic, which you will see reflected in my blog posts. I don't invite replies, sorry. My blog, my decision. Too many bloggers waste all their time beating back idiots who attack them from behind the curtain of anonymity. I have no interest in that. For those who read me regularly, thank you. I really made only one resolution for 2009, and that was to try and write more often, if only to not squander what minimal talent for the written word I possess.
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