Donald Jay

Donald Jay (August 15, 1953 - May 16, 1987) was an American radio personality. He was known for his radio careers in, , , and the Vlokozu Union.

Early life
Donald was born in, and grew up in. He was the son of Douglas, a plumber for the El Paso water department, and Maya, a immigrant from,.

Radio career
Donald started out at in his hometown in 1976 with his show "Donald Jay's El Paso Burn Book". After a few weeks, he was fired for staging a marriage between two gay friends of his on air, and went to in  with his show "Donald Jay Wakes You Up" from 1976-1979. In 1979, he gained the nickname "The Texan " due to "founding" a supposed "branch" of Dahl's Insane Coho Lips group, nicknamed the "Boston-Area Insane Coho Lips". He, much like Dahl, was shown to hate disco, but unlike Dahl, he showed some genuine racism and homophobia at times.

In 1980, he was fired from WAAF after he called a staff member the N-word on air, and moved to where he worked at  from 1981-1982 and then  in 1983. After divorcing his wife Andrea, Donald moved to El Kadsre City in the Vlokozu Union in 1984, wherein he joined the Music FM crew the same year with his new "Donald Jay: The Shock Jock from Texas" show, later re-named "Donald Jay's Mornings" after Donald secretly converted to Viknakaism, something that was revealed after his death by his new wife Mitzi.

While in the Union, he married his second wife, Chinese Filipino-Mahrian Mitzi Xiong (mentioned above), in 1985, giving birth to his son Marco the same year. The next year, they gave birth to his daughter Mitzi Xiong II.

Death
On May 16, 1987, Donald was on the way back from an appearance at a Vlokozuian Baseball League game between the Makohiro Bandits and the Sankuro SlapShots in Makohiro when his car was struck by a Vlokouzian State Railways road–rail truck. He spun out and crashed through a guard rail, killing him instantly. He was declared missing as he did not show up to the Music FM studios the following morning, and it wasn't until the 18th that his body was discovered and identified by local police.

Upon his death, Mr. Caillou reportedly yelled "Thank God!" to his friend Świętopełk Wrzesiński, as both of them had been mocked on air by Donald.

Donald was buried in his hometown of El Paso at.

Donald and his band Donald Jay's Megalomanics were scheduled to appear at a Switchblade concert at the National Stadium, where the game happened, the following week.

"We're gonna be returning to the scene of the crime next week with Switchblade! Come on! Yeah!"

- Jay on the night of his death

After his death, the members of Switchblade cancelled the concert to allow people to mourn the loss of Jay. In 2009, the band hosted another concert at the National Stadium wherein fans who still had tickets to the cancelled concert were given VIP passes in exchange for them.

Legacy
Donald was hated by both the artists he made fun of and the artists he supported during his El Kadsreian tenure. Frank Robinson of The Given Takers called his show the day before he died, and yelled "I hope you get involved in a car crash!" to him. Frank stated in a 2003 interview that those words haunted him for a while after Jay's death.

"When I said those words, it was meant as us artists sticking it to the jerk of the airwaves. But after he died, I felt so remorseful I sort of lost my voice when I received the news."

- Frank Robinson

Jaylin Rounds of Rinava wrote "Goodbye, racist f***!" on his mailbox the day after he died, something she has since regretted doing.

"Going back, I realize he was like Steve Dahl, but worse, but Dahl didn't intend to support racism and homophobia, but all he did was just make fun of disco. But Jay wanted to make fun of everyone equally but tended to get harsher than, say, those damn 1980s anti-apartheid activists who threw a hissy fit over mere involvement with the Afrikaans-speaking guys in South Africa. So when I wrote those words on his mailbox in a joyous rage, although I was without my usual cat makeup, yowling "Yes!" and "Thank God for this!", I didn't intend to harm his memory."

- Jaylin Rounds