Boy Kevin Martin, Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission – come on down!
You’re Boy Kevin Martin and as Chairman of the Federal Communications Commission you’ve been running the joint like it’s your own Private Idaho.
You’ve transformed it into your own personal hackapalooza where the best deals get done under the table.
You’re Boy Kevin Martin and you’ve got a price.
Sam Zell knows it.
Rupert Murdoch knows it.
Mark Mays knows it.
And if someone who wants something doesn’t meet it the deal doesn’t get done. Right?
Could that be the raison d'être for the curious delay in your pronouncement on the XM-Sirius satellite radio merger?
You’re Boy Kevin Martin and you should’ve known the end was near when the General Accounting Office uncovered those less than fortuitous leaks to certain media companies and trade groups that originated from your office.
I know. Your only motive for passing along confidential information to those that benefitted from the inside information was strictly a courtesy. All you did was give them a timeline on when to prepare their lobbyists and other assorted influence peddlers to descend on Congress.
When Rep. John Dingell (D-MI), who chairs the House Committee on Energy and Commerce, threatened to investigate the improprieties uncovered by the GAO, you had that irritating professional speech-deliverer, yes man, and CEO of the National Association of Broadcasters, David “Fumbles” Rehr prepare an officially sanctioned “Defend Boy Kevin” campaign.
You really believed in running the FCC on the down low. Above the law, below the radar.
You’re Boy Kevin Martin and you’ve made one huge mistake.
You should’ve never forgotten the one rule that applies to how business is done whether you’re a politician, a crook, or both: Never write if you can speak; never speak if you can nod; never nod if you can wink.
You tried to squash it, claiming that an investigation could violate the commission’s trade secrets until you were reminded that you're not supposed to have any.
You’re Boy Kevin Martin and you don’t know much about public opinion.
When almost three-quarters of the U.S. population disapprove of the way the guy that hired you is running the country that means both your Commander in-chief George W. Bush and his string puller and your wife’s employer, Vice President Dick Cheney are losing juice on the Hill.
They’ve been too busy covering their own asses to be worried about yours. Sorry.
You’re Boy Kevin and you have the same motto as Jerry McGuire – Show me the money.
When the House Commerce Committee began asking around about the way you do business over thirty of your own staff members, past and present, told how you’d been pushing your own agenda to deregulate and eliminate more media ownership rules. They also brought up your way of dragging out meetings that don’t go your way and how you suppress agency studies when they don’t support your viewpoint.
It continues. The committee also grilled a number of telecommunication representatives and companies that had dealings with your office.
The results are in and you are a winner.
You have the best office money can buy.
In your world, wrong is the new right.
You’re Boy Kevin and you look like someone dropped a punch line on you and you were the joke. Rep. Bart Stupak (D-MI), the chairman on the subcommittee on oversight and investigations, and leaked to the Washington Post?
It reads in part, "The bottom line is that the FCC process appears broken and most of the blame appears to rest with Chairman Martin."
You’re Kevin Martin and if your office seems a little smaller; the walls a little closer, the ceiling a bit lower, the floor a bit higher, you shouldn't be alarmed. That’s just your world closing in on you.