Though tragic, you have to admit that its quite refreshing to see a news story about Boy Scouts being blown without seeing a Scoutmaster in handcuffs.

Coming up this week on DR. BLOGSTEIN’S RADIO HAPPY HOUR: (Live on Tuesday July 10th at 9PM ET and forever archived at BlogTalkRadio.)

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New York Times bestselling author Brad Thor will hang out with the Radio Happy Hour just one week before he embarks on a 12-city book tour.

Thor, whose new book The First Commandment hits bookstores on July 17th, will discuss his involvement in a little known Department of Homeland Security committee. He’ll also talk current events and he’ll tell us whether immensely infamous and terrifically evil “Troll” makes another appearance in his new book.

Also, we’ll take a trip to 1965 and interview the Fab Four. That’s right! John, Paul, George and Ringo will be live on air to perform a couple of their classic tunes! For the less gullible, Anthony Pomes and John Tabacco of Mostly Moptop, the ultimate Beatles tribute band, will entertain us and start the Radio Happy Hour British Invasion.

All that, plus find out who will be sitting in for Jane this week, we’ll see if we can locate the whereabouts of Vinny “Nice Guy” and as always, your calls at 646-652-4804.

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After careful consideration of the all the candidates, I, Dr. Blogstein, am ready to throw my support behind a morning news program.

After nearly 15 years as a loyal viewer of NBC’s Today, I am forced to jump ship and am now proud to endorse American Morning on CNN. Forced by the utter nonsense that Today tries to pass off as news.

It used to be that I can at least count on hard-hitting news, stories and interviews for the entire first hour of the program, from 7-8. Now, Anna Nicole stories, American Idol analysis and fashion and relationship segments have seeped in as early as 7:15! That, combined with the Ann Curry’s awkward interview style and painful “off the cuff” chatter and Al Roker’s insufferable shtick have launched me into the welcoming arms of Kiran Chetry and John Roberts.

CNN’s American Morning was really the only viable option when searching for a replacement for Today. Good Morning America was nixed. I’ve never been a real fan of Diane Sawyer, I find her bland, and I can’t take Robin Roberts seriously as I’ll always think of her as a SportsCenter anchor.

I don’t get the CBS Early Show. I mean, obviously I get it, it shows up on channel 2–I just can’t tell who the anchors are, seems like there are dozens of them. Plus Julie Chen, one of those anchors, is married to the president of CBS and that just rubs me the wrong way.

There’s too much cackling on Fox & Friends. Not only that, but I’m convinced that the show only exists to provide a platform for its hosts to plug all the books they’ve written. It’s like a two-hour-long commercial with that crew!

So, that leads me to CNN’s American Morning. Now, I wake up to news. I find out what happened while I was asleep and what may be happening that day. They have interesting interviews about important topics with intelligent news anchors. It’s exactly what I have been longing for oh so long. It’s exactly what Today used to be.

Don’t worry—I’m not going to make light of Anna Nicole Smith’s death because eventually we’ll find out through some twist that it was her twin sister who died and not Anna Nicole. I mean, that’s how it always happens in soap operas and let’s face it, Anna Nicole’s life is being scripted by some of the most talented soap writers in the world—how else can you explain her life story?

Her character starts out as a waitress at a dump called Jim’s Krispy Fried Chicken where, at 18 years old, she meets and marries a 16-year-old fry cook (what a catch!) She then gives birth to a boy, Daniel.

Two years later, she divorces the fry cook and becomes a topless dancer when one night she meets an 89-year-old oil tycoon. Sparks immediately started to fly. Was it true love? Was it the friction caused by giving a lap dance to man in a wheel chair? In any event, they marry and the old coot encourages Anna Nicole to pursue a career in modeling by bankrolling her pursuit of fame.

Anna Nicole then gets discovered by Playboy and becomes Playmate of the Year. Then she’s discovered by Guess jeans and becomes their lead model. Then, like most men in their 90’s do, he croaks thus beginning a new story arc for our heroine—the fight for the old man’s money!

Anna wins the money but the old guy’s son appeals all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court (must be sweeps.) In the meantime, the old guy’s son dies too.

Now, it gets good. Anna is pregnant, but who’s the daddy? She gives birth to a girl in the Bahamas with her creepy lawyer/lover in the room and her son, Daniel, near by. Three days later, Daniel mysteriously dies in the same hospital room that his baby half sister was born in. Was it an overdose? Was it murder? Did he find out that the creepy lawyer/lover was not the baby’s father?

A sleazy photographer who dated Anna Nicole claimed that the baby was his. The creepy lawyer/lover claimed that the baby was his. Anna Nicole refused to submit the baby for DNA testing. Perhaps she was afraid it wasn’t either of there’s or perhaps she was holding out for an invitation from Maury Povich to appear on his show.

Either way, we may never know, because yesterday, Anna Nicole was discovered dead in a hotel room in Florida. Was it an overdose? Was it murder? Was it suicide? Was it really Anna’s long lost twin sister? Stay tuned. . .

“This is the true story, of four sexual predators, who live in a house, work together to rape children and have their sex lives taped, to find out what happens, when people fail to register as sex offenders, and start getting horny. The Perv World.”

This is the one of the most disturbing stories I have ever heard and I thank the new chick in New York for bringing it to my attention.

Its like the Justice League of Pedophiles or the XXX-MEN. Its an elite group of sick creeps living together in a house outside of Phoenix and oh the fun they have.

Take Neil Havens Rodreick II. He’s the classy guy on the left. The man is 29-years-old who somehow pretends to be a 12-year-old seventh grader and even enrolls himself into junior high schools.

But he’s not only scamming the schools, teachers, parents and “playmates” but also two of his roommates!

Robert Snow, 43, and the handsome man to the right, Lonnie Stiffler, 61 (really?!? He looks near 80 to me!) were also under the impression that Rodreick was a young boy. The two men were shocked to find out that the 12-year-old they were having sex with was actually 29-years old! I wonder if they’ll sue.

There was also a fourth scum bag in the house, also a former sex offender who failed to register. His name is Brian Jay Nellis, 34, and for some reason the Associated Press article doesn’t indicate if he was getting any from his roomies.

The four men were arrested January 18, the day after Stiffler, who is clearly the “Hannible” of The gAy-Team, allegedly attempted to enroll Rodreick in the Mingus Springs Charter School as 12-year-old “Casey Price” while posing as Rodreick’s grandfather. I love it when a plan comes together.

Tapes featuring sex with minors were found in the home. I pity the realtor who’s got to sell that house.

Okay, I gotta go shower after writing this story. Please, excuse me.

Psychics are frauds. I’ve never believed them and have always hated how they take advantage of people by preying on their grief. I have always felt that if I were psychic and able to speak to the dead that there is no way that I would charge people to talk to their relatives that have passed. If I were given that gift, I would pass it on to others as a gift. If I wanted to make money off of my talent, I’d join the CIA or FBI.

Why do I bring this up? Well it has to do with one of the kidnapped boys that was recovered in Missouri last week and Howard Stern.

Huh?

Believe it or not, the story I’m about to relay to you was brought to my attention by yesterday’s Howard Stern Show. It was brought to Stern’s attention by yesterday’s New York Daily News. As you can see, I’m bringing you yesterday’s news–its a wonder you all keep coming back here.

As you know by now, two kidnapped Missouri boys were found alive last week. One of those boys, Shawn Hornbeck, was brought home after being gone for almost 4 years! Well, according to Howard and the Daily News, back in February 2003, four months after Shawn disappeared, psychic Sylvia Browne appeared on The Montel Williams Show and told the boy’s parents that she believed their son was “no longer with us.”

She went on to tell them that his body could be found in a wooded area 20 miles from their Richwoods, Mo., home, near two large jagged boulders.

Apparently, Browne’s “vision” of his death caused search teams to redirect their efforts and drew dozens of calls from the public who believed they lived near the woods matching Browne’s descriptions.

Browne then “offered” to continue to help the family for $700 a consultation. What a sweet woman.

She knew how these missing children cases usually turn out and she went with the odds. Doing so, she impeded the search for Shawn (though that says as much about the police as it does about Browne) and messed with the hopes of his family. HOW DARE SHE!

She is a fraud. A charlatan. And she should be ashamed of herself. Check this out, as it seems others agree.

And if you’re still not sold, watch this!

In a sad development in the missing climbers in Oregon saga, one of the three men was found dead yesterday.

The dead mountain climber found in a snow cave high up Oregon’s Mount Hood was identified as 48-year-old Kelly James of Dallas. His climbing partners, Brian Hall, 37, of Dallas, and Jerry Cooke, 36, of New York, are still missing.

This is why I’m a big advocate of doing absolutely nothing. People may call me lazy, but nothing bad is going to happen to me while I’m sitting on the couch watching The Office.

Why do people feel the need to stare death in the face by climbing colossal mountains?!? There’s nothing up there!!! If there was something worthwhile at the top, there would probably already be an easier way up–like a ski lift, or a really long elevator. Plus, you gotta know that once you’re up top, there is no way down. You’re going to have to brave the elements and nature all over again to reach the bottom.

What a horrific tragedy this is for the families of these climbers, especially at Christmas time. Please, people, stay home. Its warm at home. Its safe at home. There’s TV at home. If you want adventure, spike the eggnog, just stay off those icy mountains.

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