More on the Morning Rave’s negligent contest in both the SF Chron (where a columnist largely excuses participants and places blame squarely on the station and DJs) and the Bee - where you can hear tape of the contest.

Talk about damning material. The Chron column discusses what can be heard on the tape - but reading it is never as good as listening to it. It’s typical morning show banter from, let’s face it, especially idiotic DJs. Seriously, that show is the reason I keep my old clock-radio instead of switching to some swanky iPod alarm. The inanity (no, I didn’t drop an s there) of those baffoons and their often cruel humor was the only thing that could propel me across the room, out of the cocoon of comforter and into the day. Anything to make. them. stop. talking.

So on the tape we hear them laugh about contestant release forms and nonchalantly brush off warnings about water intoxication with the scientifically incorrect assertion that the human body will simply boot up unwanted water. You’ll barf, see? And then the water is all gone! Absorbtion? Osmosis? Basic chemistry? Not concerns in that control room.

The DJs uttered pretty much every phrase you’d need to utter to get a plantiff’s attorney to kiss you passionately while stroking his American Express black card in appreciation for the coming windfall.

I still don’t excuse the contestants as much as some others do - but man, the DJs make it really hard not to want to.