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Andy Sims is a rarity in the radio business, having actually chosen a fake radio name that is way less cool than his real name: Max Power. He got this name from an unimaginative mother who happened to be looking at a hair dryer when the nurse came into the hospital room with the birth certificate.
A fixture on the radio in Sacramento since 2001, he was born and raised in Dayton, Ohio. Andy revels in his Midwestern pragmatism, while still hanging on to the wild mood swings so common in his increasingly hard-to-remember adolescence.
Sims enjoys sports, reading, music and history, and most days, his wife and two young children. Andy strongly believes that both steak and Constitutional amendments should be rare. He is generally willing to put up with most types of abuse, as long as you don\'t pretend that it is being done for his own good.
When asked to describe himself in one word, Andy replied, "Um..." and then hung up.
Like your little brother, I have amyspace page. My goal is to have over 100 friends by the year 2025. That's right, a hundred.
If you're a true Sacramento Kings fan, you've got to check out SacTown Royalty, easily the best-written site on the Intarwebs.
Register to vote! You can tell your kids one day, long after democracy has become a vague, pleasant memory.
Foresight, no doubt. Apparently, things don't change...
“When a candidate for public office faces the voters he does not face men of sense; he faces a mob of men whose chief distinguishing mark is that they are quite incapable of weighing ideas, or even of comprehending any save the most elemental — men whose whole thinking is done in terms of emotion, and whose dominant emotion is dread of what they cannot understand. So confronted, the candidate must either bark with the pack, or count himself lost. His one aim is to disarm suspicion, to arouse confidence in his orthodoxy, to avoid challenge. If he is a man of convictions, of enthusiasm, or self-respect, it is cruelly hard…
“The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even a mob with him by the force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second or third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.
“The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”
—H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920
