Wherein I ponder how my Christmas, and maybe yours, was in some small way affected by a decades long plan to undermine and diminish white fatherhood.

From All In The Family, to Maude, The Jeffersons, Good Times, One Day At a Time, right on up to his last ditch attempt with 704 Hauser St., his commitment was impressive.

He likely never imagined how the season finale would feature Rob Reiner, his first anti-dad protagonist, stabbed to death by his own son.

More clarity is coming with each passing day.

Seize it.

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Wherein I implore anyone listening to my little rants reverberating from my little crack in the universe to set their expectations extremely low. I also impart the cheapest of all gifts, which is permission to completely ignore me.

As if you need that permission.

You don’t.

Anyway, I also jump around some childhood Christmas memories in a family with 18 kids and way too many step dads & moms.

Don’t chop off your dick.

Merry Christmas.

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Wherein I suggest that a new tradition might be added to any Christmas party wherein we try to determine which guest is most likely to murder another guest.

I also argue that some of your favorite aspects of Christmas, pre-date Jesus by many centuries.

Also, Santa flying around on an eight legged horse, turning into black smoke & floating down your chimney, would be more bad ass than the fat clown with 8 gay reindeer stuff.

My research is half assed at best.

Merry Christmas

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Wherein I ponder the queasy shameful memories I have rubbing shoulders in exclusive elitist Hollywood parties, & face the fact that those who are being excluded in said exclusivity are the very people who deserve inclusion most.

Resentment of the disease known as “fame” is not only justified, it is moral.

This whole thing is more Shakespearean than Biblical, but it does seem as if God is slapping us in the face with reality/truth.

I don’t edit.

Lots of tangents & dead air.

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Wherein I examine the clues revealed by Rob Reiner’s “friends” at his 2000 Friar’s Club roast & further examine the subversive communist history of The Friars Club & the endless Hollywood self congratulatory circle jerk of awards ceremonies that inverts morality & basic American values to exalt the scheming manipulators & shame the common man.

Aka Joe McCarthy was right, which is why he was demonized.

My research process leaves something to be desired, but then again, so does every alleged historical record.

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Wherein I wonder why there are very few, if any, pundits or leaders, specifically looking out for the tribal interests of White people, yet countless pundits & leaders specifically looking out for the tribal interests of every other tribe.

White people seem to be the only people who ever put the interests of other tribes before their own, and they might have been tricked into doing it.

Pigeons & Crows coexist while looking out for their own.

Time for White people to become tribal.

Otherwise, there will soon be no more White people.

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Wherein I ponder the above topic by comparing what happened to Reiner against other rare A-listers who chose to leave the spotlight in order to raise normal families.

Fame is a disease that is not hard to cure once diagnosed properly.

Fans are a huge part of the problem.

I mention Spaulding Gray but I think I got his name wrong.

I’m not good at this.

So what.

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Wherein I demonstrate that the secret to being popular is promising to save people from consequences, even though that is an impossible feat against the laws of Nature/God/Reality.

I unironically cram in popular topical content to make my point and veer into a tangent or two, as to be expected.

Nobody is ever let off the hook.

I don’t prepare or edit, as if I need to say that.

These recordings are mostly made as a delusional attempt to leave a tiny sign that I lived, breathed and had time to think about things.

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Wherein I explain how the story of Meathead’s murder, once again, ties in back to my childhood in Utah, acting, public battles with the famous Provo Canyon rehab joint, being kicked out of Late Night rehearsals, by Conan O’Brien (The Alleged Angry Drunk) himself, & why it all feels so epically biblical down to almost every detail, maybe only specifically to me, but maybe to you too.

“What is your first name, what is your last name & are you famous?”

God/Reality/Nature is pounding us over the head with consequences.

Are we listening?

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Wherein I beat a dead horse known as Candace Owens & her braindead followers for doing everything in their power to ignore the clear evidence and rock solid case against Tyler Robinson in order to satisfy their insatiable immoral fantasies that they are somehow heroic investigators who only want the truth.

That’s bullshit.

They want to be relieved of the responsibility to make meaningful change.

They will destroy the conservative movement and hand victory to the people who cheered Charlie’s murder.

Tim Pool was being nice.

I think less of her/them than he does.

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