Steve Schorr likes some people. He doesn’t like me, though.
Well, I hit the big time.
Sort of.
I got namechecked Wednesday on The Whidbey Buzz, called out as Public Enemy #1 by anchor Steve Schorr, a longtime Vegas resident who has pumped out a twice-weekly web show which has tried (largely in vain) to pass itself off as a local production.
This is the story which irritated him:
https://coupevillesports.com/2020/06/04/vegas-scalawags/
I stand behind every word I wrote.
And Mr. Schorr, if you truly believe what I have documented are lies, why do you, once again, dodge a chance to address the issues raised and the questions asked?
I’ll give the dapper one credit – with his old school suits and his hair tinted purple by the digital set he shoots on – he pronounced my last name virtually flawlessly.
Which is noticeable, since it’s not an easy name, and Schorr has a long history of mangling pronunciations of things, people, and places located on Whidbey.
In today’s video he calls up all the gravitas from a 40-year career of reading a teleprompter in Sin City to chastise me for not fully believing in his faded act.
To which I would respond, if my grandfather, the otherwise quite despicable Elmer Svien, ever taught me anything, it’s this:
If it looks like a con artist, and sounds like a con artist, it’s probably a con artist.
Allegedly.
As much as I hate to post a Buzz video, thereby helping their numbers — at the time I’m posting this, the video below has … one view on YouTube — here you go.
I get chastised beginning at the 4:43 mark of the video.
Let’s be clear. I have no problem with Mr. Schorr choosing to vent at me.
His anger at being called out, and possibly his sadness at frittering away the tail end of his career in this manner, are understandable.
I do have a problem with two sentences in this video, however.
Schorr claims I have made “vile threats” against him, and that my “friends” have threatened him physically.
My first response, “Bull.”
My second response, “Prove it.”
You say you want only the truth. So, speak truth, sir.
I am operating alone in this matter, as the newspapers and TV stations in the area have not chosen to shine a spotlight on The Buzz.
Yet.
I’m not sure what “friends” you speak of in this matter, sir.
Might help if you were forthcoming with names so we could tell if I actually know these possible ruffians.
You and I have never spoken on the phone, Mr. Schorr.
We spoke in person once, in front of a group of people, during your depressing meet and greet in the bowels of the Oak Harbor Best Western almost a year ago.
No one had to separate us, sir, though you did get visibly annoyed when I asked you questions you didn’t want to answer – such as those about your lack of transparency.
Below, to remind you of our conversations online, I am posting them complete, lifted from our Facebook exchanges.
Please review and point out any “vile threats” depicted in those speech bubbles, sir.
I can’t learn if you’re not willing to be my teacher here, Mr. Schorr.
Respectfully yours,
Someone who doesn’t “feel threatened” by you.
The phrase you’re looking for, Mr. Schorr, is “someone who feels saddened” by you.
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