Ian Punnett's downward spiral reversed direction Saturday/Sunday, April 19/20. His guest, Steven Quayle, must have come on the show believing he would receive the automatic affirmations Mr. Noory so readily dispenses like rubber stoppers at a cane convention.
"
Tweren't meant to be," said great great great great grandfather Pirate Punnett.
Our raft, the IAN PUNNETT, saved our briny carcasses from the
Great Sucking Eye of the Goat, and we found ourselves aboard a masterful ship, known simply as THE HOST (an appropriate seminary title for a ship bearing three TAU-styled masts.)
The show was to be about new attitudes toward preparedness. No longer was it just your crazy Uncle Horus stockpiling water, food, and weapons, but average post-911 post-Katrina post-Michael Jackson individuals.
Uncle Horus believed we were slowly spiraling away from the Sun. (A reverse cosmic maelstrom.)
"Just a matter of when," he would say confidently. "Then it's lights out. Cold as a giraffe's ass on Pluto."
As Punnett focused on
Survivalists: The Next Generation, Quayle kept trotting out the four ponies of the Apocalypse, along with the dog "Fear."
(Here boy! Here boy! That's the scary
Hound of Hell I adore....)
Ian made a brief stand, early on, but deferred, allowing the robotic drool of Quayle to shine through. The resulting monologue was as effective as any Sharper Image Sound Soother in almost knocking me out for the night.
The show just wasn't working.
Ian went to open lines an hour earlier than what is typical. A few crazy guests called in.
Suddenly, Ian was on the attack, spiraling
inward if you ~Will~, countering Quayle's Mad Max scenarios regarding A) money, B) food & C) your spouse (and killing your neighbor who wants A, B or C.)
One non-crazy guest called in and said Quayle was like Maria Antoinette. I didn't quite get the connection, but it was an effective thrust, because Quayle blew a fuse and quoted some Latin about
ad hominem attacks.
To give a blow by blow here would take at least two more pages. Six pages the way I write.
To sum it up: Quayle suffered a significant meltdown. He cracked open like a clam hungry for Sea Monkeys. Quayle essentially said Ian didn't have knowledge about the subject, at which point (or was it before?) Ian mentioned the mistakes made regarding Y2K. I noticed an almost OCPD aspect to Ian's repeatedly pointing out that Quayle was off what Ian believed was going to be the agreed upon topic.
If you have access to Streamlink, run to your nearest CD BURNER and save this show.
I assure you, such a CD would be far more entertaining than the "JC CD" being pushed via
After Dark subscriptions.
It could very well be one of Ian's last appearances on C2C, depending on the fallout from the Quayle camp.
Did I say fallout?
(reaching for the lead umbrella -
shades of Uncle Horus)
Christ on a green Apocalyptic horse! Quayle's knee jerking had me laughing so hard I ejected my glass eye, the one with Edward Teach's seal serving as an apt if not precisely circular pupil.
It wasn't paranormal talk, but it was entertaining radio. Pure energy.
(then again, I can be a rubber neck at times and the Quayle train definitely jumped the tracks)
Black Beard's (Edward Teach) Seal:

