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."

Podience, welcome to AWWW: Angel Wing Whiskey Wednesday, the concluding portion of a two-parter, 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*** heavenly fatherfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between world-wide grief and vast 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: the unholy spirit water. This was originally to be a standard, garden variety, cookie cutter, WW episode, but we learned our lasting lesson-- when you speak on topics under the umbrella of the almighty, your WIFI power and communication connection might just be smote and fuc**** severed. Cautiously we proceed, but we proceed still. We ask you, Podience, do we have divine free will, is it some delayed part of the devil's deal, or have we all swallowed some surreal red pill? I consider myself holistically unholy, I believe cheetah to be a magical, heavenly creature, but not the roly-poly. We are the podcasters, Podience, we preach not the trinity divinity, instead; there's a logical modality and a sexy, masculine tonality to our duality and remember, Podience, WBK lives in state which legally permits bestiality, while, here, we embrace rationality, informality and cordiality. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering, devout daily grind with a non-denominational 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 man upstairs, but I do know that if you want to learn more of The Basement Party, we'll gladly usher you downstairs. Welcome to your 8th Wednesday: Whiskey Wednesdays with WBK: WhisKEY to the Kingdom (Part 2).

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) Bible verses about proselytism... Matthew 28:19-20: "Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age."

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #2) Arnold Schwarzenegger had three heart valve surgeries. On April 16, 1997, Arnold Schwarzenegger underwent elective heart surgery to replace a defective, congenital aortic heart valve. The film End of Days was filmed after this. 

Podience, welcome to AWWW: Angel Wing 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*** heavenly fatherfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between world-wide grief and vast 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: the unholy spirit water. There was a time, dear listeners, when people gesticulated, as though possessed, towards the sky, screamed, hulked-out and their eyes leaked dry during a lengthy, wailing cry--it was assumed they were possessed by evil entities. Knowledge, progress and the scientific fstars method have clued we contemporary flesh forms into the unassailable fact that some provocative phenomena can be studied, measured and articulated. We ask you, Podience, do we have divine free will, is it some delayed part of the devil's deal, or have we all swallowed some surreal red pill? I consider myself holistically unholy, WBK is the mighty hockey stick to my goalie, and we both love the ever loving shit out of ravioli. We are the podcasters, podience, of devilish divinity, we are but a duo, not some otherworldly trinity, and remember, Podience, WBK loves Serenity, the film, based on Firefly! Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering, devout daily grind with a non-denominational 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 man upstairs, but I do know that if you want to learn more of The Basement Party, we'll gladly usher you downstairs. WELCOME TO: 7th Wednesday: Whiskey Wednesdays with WBK: WhisKEY to the Kingdom

Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

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

Podience, welcome to a WWWW: World War 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*** brotherfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between world-wide grief and vast relief, a link. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but together, Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay, and fillet dumba** concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Imbibe, with us, the cool, calming confection: The Kamikaze… so explosive as it hits your pallet, and with its immodest, alcohol content, leaves a bang on your taste buds and will leave you drunk, drowsy and feeling bombed. Worry, not, Podience, you will find your sea legs again. Also, you can order these at your favorite dive bomb… I apologize Podience, you can consume these confections and get bombed at your favorite dive. Lift your honorable glass and sip as we CHEERS a long-ago victory born out of a desire to win and rooted in the inability to be defeated. We honor those who brought dishonor upon a merciless, practically unkillable, not-to-be-trifled-with cluster of island combatants. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering daily grind with a comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

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

B.L. (Belated realization #1) Before the war, Japan imported the vast majority of its oil from the United States and subsequently... from conquered territories, primarily the Dutch East Indies, Formosa (Taiwan), China, and Burma. Without American oil, their imports were significantly diminished.

B.L. (Belated realization #2) The actual dialogue from that pivotal and resounding scene in 300:

I see I was wrong to expect Sparta's commitment to at least match our own.

King Leo: Doesn't it?

King Leo: You there, what is your profession?

I am a potter... sir.

King Leo: And you, Arcadian, what is your profession?

Sculptor, sir.

King Leo: You?

Blacksmith.

King Leo: [turns back shouting] SPARTANS! What is YOUR profession?

HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!

King Leo: [turning to Daxos] You see, old friend? I brought more soldiers than you did!

B.L. (Belated realization #3) Soldiers from Black Hawk Down consisted of the Ranger Regiment of the Army Rangers, Delta Force and the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Airborne) A.K.A. the Night Stalkers.

Podience, welcome to a Whiskey Wednesday Wavelength 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*** brotherfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between world-wide grief and vast relief, a link. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but together, Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay, and fillet dumba** concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Though just now posted, we recorded this aural pleasure treat on the eve of gobble, gobble, fstars gobble day, so enjoy this slayed and filleted Thanksgiving special. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering daily grind with a comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto 

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

F.C.F. (Fact Check Follow-Up #1) A baby eagle is called an eaglet. I am not an ornithologist, but I will remember that when next I speak of such regal eagle matters. 

F.C.F. (Fact Check Follow-Up #2) The film Sex Drive, where the memorable expression "whip a shi***" was dropped, aired in 2008 - 14 years ago. I said 15 years ago, close but no Cuban cigar. 

Podience, welcome to a Whiskey Wednesday Wavelength where we pour whiskey--sip, let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip... while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but together, Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay, and fillet dumbass concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Today's lore of the pour contains a coincidence that's neither coin, ci or dence: it becomes undeniable in its obviousness that WBK and I fancy the same Kentucky locale where our respective whiskeys are distilled, swilled and spilled.  We express both our gratitude for technology and declare a cautionary admonishment of the same. We speak on some lessons mutually learned, from our respective fathers, sing the praises of Keanu Reeves, swap testimonies on the horrors present at some dentists, dental adventures and, of course, we provide much sought-after updates on our side, singular and joint, podcasting projects. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering daily grind with a comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

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

Podience, welcome to a Whiskey Wednesday Wavelength where we pour whiskey--sip, let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip... while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but together, Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay, and fillet dumbass concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Today's lore of the pour will cover an addicting, infectious renaissance festival elixir known as blood-orange mead from a tiny, forgotten town no Texan has any legitimate dealings in. We reminisce on a handful of athletic heroes and the semi-unfair fates which befell them, what a swirlie, in the washroom, is, how Taco Bell is, in fact, healthier than you might credit it, our mutual German ancestry, a long-ago favorite libation in Houston called lean or purple draaaank, the poorly conceived, piss-poorly conceptualized white-collar "fellowship," at my former company and, of course, we provide much sought-after updates on our side, singular and joint, podcasting projects. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering daily grind with a comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

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

P.P.S. (Procrastinated, procrastinated statements) *Little Wayne was hospitalized due to an overdose of sizzurp. *Pertaining to Mr. Armstrong, during those years when he won every Tour de France (1999-2005), 87% of the top-10 finishers (61 of 70) were confirmed dopers or suspected of the same. Of those, (69%) were confirmed. *Mahershala Ali’s characterization of Blade is still in flux; a release date has yet to be announced but might possibly grace our peepers in 2023. *Ryan Lochte (pronounced Lock-Tee), the campfire buzz regarding his time in Brazil included urinating outside a public bathroom and allegedly vandalizing public property. *Lastly, the official line spoken by Noah Foster in Scream, The TV series goes as follows: "You need to forget it's a horror story. You have to care if the hot lit teacher seems a little too interested in his female students.  You have to care if the smart, pretty girl forgives the dumb jock.  You root for them. You love them. So, when they are brutally murdered... it hurts. Everyone has secrets. Everyone tells lies. And everyone is fair game until there's no one left."

Podience, welcome to a Whiskey Wednesday Wavelength where we pour whiskey, sip, let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but together, Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay, and fillet dumbass concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. As we're approaching Halloween, there will be mention of spirits, a looming renaissance festival and the fucking Beast of Bladenboro! We will talk about prior prank operations achieved with aplomb, who delivers a more accurate voice impersonation of Anna from Predator, our heroes are and why we sometimes identify more with villains than their heroic foils. Of course, we also educate you on the man, the myth, the poet: Francis Fucking Scott Key. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering daily grind with a comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto 

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

Podience, though I've launched a new sounding series, pursued a fresh hearable hobby, hosted a discernible dialogue or otherwise diverged, with vocal distinction, from the White-Collar, Black Belt Chemohawk Sessions, it doesn't deprive or deny you loyal, listening, lifeforms of creative content! These Chemohawk Sessions remain rich and rife with off the cuff, ad-libbed, candid as they come, conversational confessions. Welcome, Podience, to Whiskey Wednesdays with Wam Bam Kam, a differing but fulfilling branch off the Chemohawk causeway. Here, WBK and I collide in conversation through humble, yet sincere, attempts to right the worldly rock of its woeful mistakes, misunderstandings and misconceptions. There is a refreshing clarity achieved in our attempts, and the sipped whiskey, throughout our tale swapping, takes care of the rest. Unwind...drink up... and drown your daily grind in a whiskey-filled cup. Cheers, Podience.  -Falsetto

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

Welcome Podience, you ghoulish gals and depraved dudes, you sinister sisters and bestial brothers, welcome to this Chemohawk Session's shop of sinister splendors. Here, your senses we scare through aural nightmare. This is your fourth dose, your quadruplet of queer melodies, and blood-wet quartet portion of a Halloween horror short-story segment so special; you'll greet horrors as you sleep, feel scratches skin-deep, see blood when you weep and hollow promises of your safety… just won't keep. Today, Podience, we spin the fourth yarn, with vocally woven technique, your attention it will pique, and we'll hold said attention forcing your fear glands to sweat and, of terror, reek. Today, as they further their unblessed quest, both boys will separate and, at least one, will consume and be consumed by a dark fuc**** fate. Lock your doors, melt some smores, appease dark gods with a blood sacrifice from sinful whores... and settle in to feeling unsettled. Falsetto Prophet presents: The Basement Party: Part 4: Is That Tea for Me? Along with my merry, scary voice, my psychopathic mic also rattles you with the six feet deep voice of Wam Bam Kam and featuring the cold, lifeless special guest voice of Red Devil, as the narrator. Enjoy... beasts and ghouls! -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Devil's Organ, courtesy of the artist, Jimena Contreras. Additionally, some ominous crow sounds along with a prevailing, haunting desert wind.