Sarah is back to relate her Women's March DC experience while we dicsuss ours in Denver. Then we commiserate about he who shall not be named and what the possible outcomes of this psycho circus are, and if/how the media can figure out how to cover it going forward. Fun for the whole family, except for grandma, (well, someone's anyway) who doesn't appreciate us pointing out the the Boomer generation helped carry Cheetoh Von Clownstick to the White House, and why dont we get a haircut and a job already, not to mention we'll go blind if we sit that close to the TV..

No, not murdered by his emo son.. I have no son, emo or otherwise. Rachel was away dealing with some family issues so they left me alone to rant at you for 90 minutes. Bad idea? You decide. (spoiler: probably)

I bet you didn't think your dad, who a few years ago thought Putin's invasion of The Ukraine warranted military intervention to finally shoot at the Ruskies, is now just fine with Putin and Russia manipulating our election. Well it's a new world now. And what a wonderful precedent. My outrage isn't with Trump, who has no business being there and is on some sort of buisness/vanity trip at our nation's expense, but with all his supporters who go along with it because "we won." Rachel thinks some dads won't stand for it. I think they totally will. After all, no one had a problem with questionable Middle East oil interests propping up the Bush family, so who cares if the Russians dangle our president like a marionette? What could go wrong? Mom, America, Apple Pie, and Оранжевый Московский кукольный.

Rachel and I bid a not-so-fond farewell to 2016 and describe a litanny of New Year's Eve rituals we will engage in to try to stave off the inevitable shitburger that 2017 is shaping up to be.

Happy New Year! =D

So, we needed a few weeks off to regroup and recharge, and here we are. With the end of 2016 at hand, mercifully, we have instructions to try to prevent 2017 from being a disaster. It involves donuts, flaming balls, rice and beans in your pockets, and smashing plates on your neighbor's door. We'll explain..

So, we needed a few weeks off to regroup and recharge, and here we are. With the end of 2016 at hand, mercifully, we have instructions to try to prevent 2017 from being a disaster. It involves donuts, flaming balls, rice and beans in your pockets, and smashing plates on your neighbor's door. We'll explain..

It's a big honkin get together as Sarah Burris (live and in the flesh! - but with a cold) our new friend Lindsay, Molly, Dana, Brenna, JC (Jermaine), Rachel and Travis are all in on this one. We talk about... well, you can guess. Have a listen, won't you? Thank you.

The laides of IT take over for this one, as Sarah Burris, our old friend Molly, and Rachel relate their perspectives on what this all means to them, and women in general.

We think. Our state of denial and shock is fairly extreme right now, so who's to say this isn't all some hallucanegenic drug inspired bad trip for the ages? Failing that, we're now in the President Clownstick era, and we're here to try to make some sense of it for you, and ourselves, if that's remotely possible.

New show guest Gwyn is here to give her take on what's in the mind of Trump voters, and maybe a fresh perspective on why we should pay some attention, along with discussing trans issues and her own personal journey. 

It's a great show, in the midst of an epically horrific week, for what that's worth. 

We're not going anywhere.

Rachel and I dissect James Comey's decision to make the last 11 days before the election more unbearable than they already were. Gee, thanks, dick. Also we discuss how we lamentably can't get behind Colorado's single payer Healthcare referendum and Clarence Thomas, of all people, sorta back in the news for what he does best. (Hint: it's not protecting the Constitution)