The story of Craig Livingstone, we presume, will become anrnincreasing part of talk radio lore, given Livingstone’s role as therncreator of Chicken George, and his place in the center ring ofrnthe controversy over Vince Foster’s missing car keys. Indeed,rnupon hearing some of these stories, it is difficult to decidernwhether to laugh or cry.rnOn the morning after the disappearance of former CIArnDirector William Colby, I was reading Strategic Investment, arnfinancial newsletter. Its editors, researching the theory thatrnVince Foster was murdered, financed the trio of handwritingrnexperts who declared Foster’s suicide note a forgery. Thernnewsletter announced that Colby had just joined their board.rnNewswires reported that Colby had left for canoeing on thernnight of his disappearance with his radio on and his computerrnscreen glowing in the dark, a half-eaten clam dinner on therntable. His body was found without shoes or life jacket, whichrnhis wife says he always wore. He was a cautious man, she said,rnwho would never go canoeing in two-foot-high whitecaps withrn25-mile-per-hour seawinds.rnJim Davidson, editor of Strategic Investment, told Quinn’srnlisteners that the death of his friend Colby was indeed “suspicious.”rnThe media announced, however, that Colby had simplyrnhad a stroke, no foul play involved. Maybe the otherwiserncautious and sensible former intelligence head did go out inrnthe middle of dinner in a storm without his life jacket or shoesrnto do some whitewater rafting in his canoe. It is possible, I suppose.rnWhat to make of these newest stories, 1 wonder, rollingrnalong on the Whitewater rapids, getting ever closer to thernDeep End? What are we to make of the many mysteries surroundingrnthe death of Ron Brown, who shortly before his planerncrash in Bosnia warned the President and First Lady that hernwould not take “the rap” alone, that if indicted on criminalrncharges, he was ready to bring down Bill and Hillary with him?rnAnd could it be true, as Quinn says, that Patsy Schroeder wasrntold to resign from the House by the Angel of Death? The Angelrnof Death, first unveiled in Media Bypass magazine, is someonernfrom the CIA who visits Congress, telling members to retirernafter it is discovered that they have transferred illegalrnmonies to foreign bank accounts. “Another One Bites thernDust” is Quinn’s Angel of Death theme song, played each timerna congressional resignation is announced.rnLike cutting-edge scientists working on a hypothesis, talk radiornlisteners in the freewheeling land where wild speculationrnsometimes becomes truth, and sometimes not, have the obligationrnto discard erroneous suspicions, like chimpanzees tossingrnout dry peanut shells. Deciphering the difference betweenrnjunk science and a Nobel winner is what separates conspiracyrntheorists from just plain nuts.rnQuinn relishes his role as the guy with his ear to the ground,rncaptain of the Morning Militia, ahead of the Rush, pushing thernenvelope and bungee jumping across the Deep End with wildrnstories, irreverent humor, serious in-depth analysis, fascinatingrnguests, and the most provocative talk show in town.rnWhat are we dealing with here, I wonder, monster stories forrngrownups. Radio Free Pittsburgh, or a little of both? What ifrnWoodward and Bernstein dismissed Deep Throat as some kookrnv’ho lurked in underground parking garages? “I just lay out thernfacts,” says Quinn. “Decide for yourself whether to believernthem or not.”