Hello again, Podience!

We have violated the hallowed WCC grounds of buzzsaw words once before with our very first Chemohawk Session: Chapter 1: White-Collar, Black Belt: Buzzsaw Words. Here we are, many sessions later, with Buzzsaw Words Redux, a conclusion to the buzzsaw blight. You will hear that unsettling buzzsaw sound, once more, as we search desperately for the method to buzzsaw words' madness. We'll explore a brilliant approach to efficient and appealing language utilized by our very own military; dissect the military term: hurt locker. Are you in your own personal, private hurt locker in white collar shackles, dear listeners? Let these soundwaves flow over you as we turn the cringeworthy to laugh worthy. Movie references abound in this episode as well as a firm and fair assertion that buzzsaw words are like ticks, they cling to you and stay far too long. "That son of a b**** is dug in like an Alabama Tick," Blaine from Predator. Between you and me, Podience... he was referring to buzzsaw words.  Listen long, deep and well, loyal listeners. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.