Podience, welcome to NROHWW: Ninth Ring of Hell Whiskey Wednesday, where we pour whiskey, sip, and let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. Here, we legit s*** demonically, devilfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between worldwide grief and bona fide relief, a link. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay and fillet dumba** concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Imbibe, with us, the cool, calming confection of the unholy spirit water. Today, on this Whisk Wed episode, I sing segments of the powerful, masterful post-grunge track: My Own Prison (Creed 1997) throughout as we discuss the best way to punish and purify the predators by a devilish, demonic force, possessed. The only thing I enjoy more than touching Othello is dialoguing on touchy, touchy topics. How do you best address a criminal act in the moment? A slap on the proverbial wrist or maiming and/or deadly fstars force? We proceed cautiously, with our lyrical, metaphorical safeties on, but we proceed still. We ask you, Podience, what do we do with those who skirt, bend, brake and forsake the law? How often, and to what mathematical precision does the punishment fit the crime like a blood-soaked-glove on he who shares the name of my second favorite cat, O.J? We are the podcasters, not police, dearest Podience, we preach not about affairs we do not know, but instead we pod and cast where few have the cojones to go. I would not want to be a cop, nor a criminal, rather an informed, non-deformed caster with my mic blasting the power of Predator's plasma blaster. America may be the land of the free, but it never claimed to be the safest place to be-- for you... or for me. Let the perfect punishment compliment the imperfect crime and while some are doing, or being undone by, time, I craft this clever punishable-by a fine-pun rhyme.

Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering, downright criminal daily grind with a free, paroled, or imprisoned comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. I don't know about the slammer clink's walls, but I can speak intelligently about bathroom stalls, just remember my tale of that yellow-bearded, drunk-trucker-Santa Claus. Welcome to your 9th Wednesday: Whiskey Wednesdays with WBK: Throw Away the WhisKEY. As we are seeing double, so, too, will I speak double: unwind, with our tipsy fstars selves, the sobering daily grind.

Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Kurt, courtesy of the artist, Cheel.

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #1) Following British importation of opium to China in the 1760s, the prevalence of drugs, in China, increased tenfold. This was further aggravated after the failure of the Opium Wars between the United Kingdom and the Qing Empire in China with the goal of compelling China to import British Opium; this forced China to enable the opium trade, with disastrous social and public health consequences.

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #2) The RHCP song that speaks to gravity: Aeroplane and the repeated lyrics: "I'm overcoming gravity."

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #3) The precise trifecta of options for a young Will Hunting in Good Will Hunting: "He used to just put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the table. Just say, "Choose."