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Here's an example. April 9. I wrote it down, although the following quotes are inexact. Gordon is talking about a jewelry heist by a gang of Hispanic individuals.
GORDON: "George thought the guys were probably caught when they were found in a nearby park taking a siesta with big sombreros pulled down over their faces."
GEORGE: "I never said that."
There are two things to notice about this (and the same analysis could be made of almost every single other instance of baiting). One obvious, one less obvious.
First: We'll put aside the fact that it's Gordon that is making the offensive racial stereotype references. The problem is that it isn't amusing. It isn't witty. It isn't clever. It isn't even aurally interesting. It is just a lie told about George at the expense of Mexicans. It's dumb. And -- how about this? -- it brings the story he is actually telling to a complete stop. So -- not quality broadcasting.
Second: George reacts. He does so every time. He does it almost the same way every time. That is, he denies what is obviously false. Sometimes he switches it up and says "That's what you say," or in some other way feebly attempts to attribute the slander to Gordon. Whatever he says -- he rises to the bait and hits it.
Now, perhaps I'm overreacting here. Perhaps The P1 Nation finds the George-baiting to be can't-miss radio. For those of you who, like me, find it to be show-killing filler, you will be pleased to know that I have hit upon the solution to this metastisizing anti-comedy.
I came to understand that in ranting against Gordon I was attacking the part of the problem least likely to yield to my subtle and informed critique. I now see that the proper solution is not to attempt to affect the supply (that is, Gordon, the incorrigible provider of aggravation) but rather the demand (George, its hapless consumer).
Here's how you stop it:
George: Lay out.
When Gordon claims that you have said or believe some stupid thing, just sit there. Let the bait sink past you, straight to the bottom, while Gordon sits on the showgram shoreline, stalk of alfalfa sticking out of his mouth, waiting for you to chomp down on the lure. Stop the dull game by swimming away. Not one word. If he persists -- not one word. Let Gordon's flop sweat fill the studio.
Comedians who don't get a reaction to a joke cycle it out of their routine. Time for this one to suffer that fate. You'll thank me. The Sweet Clean Nation will thank you.
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