Andy Dean, known as 'The King of New Content' was the former host of the "The Andy Dean Program" on WSB Radio-Atlanta. Andy's hit WSB program featured a fresh take on conservative political commentary and news analysis.
Before the radio business, Andy Dean was the President of Donald Trump's television and media company, Trump Productions LLC, which produces many network and cable television shows including NBC's worldwide hit show, "The Apprentice," "The Miss Universe pageant," and top shows for MTV, The Golf Channel, and Comedy Central.
Andy got his start in the media business as a contestant on NBC's "The Apprentice." At the age of 22, Andy was the youngest candidate to compete on "The Apprentice." Over 16 million people watched as Andy was "fired" at the end of the series. However, one month later, in real life, Donald Trump "re-hired" Andy to work for him personally. Andy worked directly for Donald Trump for 6 years in New York City and then in Los Angeles.
Andy Dean grew up in South Florida, and in high school, Andy won the U.S. National Debate Championships in Commentary Speaking. Andy graduated from Harvard University with honors with a degree in Government.
During his time at Harvard, Andy worked for Rick Davis, who was Sen. John McCain's co-Campaign Manager in the 2000 and 2008 Presidential election campaigns. Andy has been interviewed on NBC's "The Today Show," CNBC's "Power Lunch," Fox News' "Your World with Neil Cavuto," and Andy previously served as a fill in host for national radio icons Neal Boortz and Herman Cain.
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National Revealer's Clark Kelly carved out his killer career as Hollywood's most-feared gossip columnist by exploiting mankind's most ancient vulnerability: "Everyone's got a secret . . . and someone's dying to tell it!" Clark never reveals his to-die-for secret! NEWS FLASH: Dude's a vampire! CUE SCARY MUSIC . . . our undead gossip guru flies the night skies to spy on Hollywood's hottest stars-then inks about their bedroom kinks!
Imagine our studly, urbane journalist jotting notes as he hovers outside Scarlett Johansson's bedroom window, or peeks into Tom Cruise's "bachelor pad." Star secrets . . .? This vampire BITES! And what's sexier than vampires, ladies? Just ask smokin' hot starlet/tabloid terror TayLo Logan-this Wild Child gets crazy with bad boy Clark because his bite makes her blood boil! Then it's LIGHTS . . . CAMERA . . . ACTION! . . . but not in a good way: Vampire Boy and Tabloid Train Wreck TayLo unwittingly end up stars of a sizzling sex tape-destined for worldwide display on the notorious vampire fan sex site, FANGBANGING.COM. Still, the duo's beyond-the-grave love story simmers away as Clark rips the lid off a murder cover-up-then discovers a murderous plot against TayLo! DANGER!
Can Clark stop a stalker who wants to drain his lover dry? Or wreak revenge on Tinseltown billion-heiress Roma Kane for her poisonous plot to paralyze TayLo-and her career? Can he foil a murder cabal so evil it feeds stars' pets to coyotes?
AND THEN . . . talk about the plot thickening! Roma's billionaire granddaddy, mogul Montague Kane, taking a breather from the nymphet "nannies" paid to play his naughty high-chair games, springs a backstab surprise-buying out Clark's beloved National Revealer. Suddenly, "deadline" takes on a whole new meaning. Triggered by vengeful fury, Clark goes "rogue vampire!" Evil is punished . . . and the sun shines once more when he creates a Hollywood happy ending that makes everyone (undeads included) a STAR! Hold the front page! Because Clark Kelly's . . . Out For Blood!
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After surfacing at Hollywood and Vine in the late thirties, I danced my carefree way through the forties with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. No, really . . . I actually socialized with Fred and “hubba-hubba” Ginger. The lady even had quite the crush on me. I kept her at arm’s length, though. Ginger had no idea what I really was, of course. She knew me only as the “sexy, but scary” Los Angeles Times showbiz writer with the unpronounceable name, who absolutely idolized her.
But ladies do get jealous. So I made damn sure Ginger never knew about my affair with Rita Hayworth. Or Lucille Ball. Yeah, Lucy, that funny, sexy lady. A chorus girl who was just breaking into movies when I first enjoyed her favors, Lucy was a lithe, long-legged, milky-skinned redhead. Ah, did the carpet match the drapes, you ask? That naughty question invariably cracked Lucy up.
“People always ask me that,” she’d giggle. The answer? Sorry, but I loved Lucy, and I never gossip about lovers. Even gossip columnists have principles. Well, the good ones, anyway, who are artfully filthy and funny, but always fair—cutting, but never cruel. That’s why all but a handful crash and burn.
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