Yes, this is a week late. However, the next one will be available shortly, as we’re recording it today. We apologize for the inconvenience. Enjoy!
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Things were very much black or white in this episode, except when they weren’t.
But mostly they were. I mean:
Also, I apologize for not getting the podcast up already, but it’s been a long weekend at Chez Kaufman. Fortunately — I kid, I kid — we have two weeks until the next episode airs, so we’ll be all caught up before the next one.
…which I know, is uncouth, but usually what amuses me, amuses you, so:
As David Moles mentioned on Twitter about the second link:
Feel free to take it wherever you please, so long as it’s amusing.
But only because the episode demanded it be. I don’t want to raise your expectations going forward too high, after all.
We apologize for the delay, but Louisiana weather is what it is, so technical difficulties are inevitable. Enjoy!
Audio available here.
…and I realized I had an opportunity to present you with an “SEK scenario” before the inevitable inevitably happened.
Keep your eyes peeled on the evening news, friends, I have a feeling it’s going to be an interesting evening.
So, a Florida man who became a Satanist to antagonize his fellow Floridians is demanding to be allowed to open a city council meeting by hailing Satan.
That’s now allowed, because the Supreme Court said that hailing Satan — or any religious invocation, for that matter — doesn’t necessarily represent a state endorsement of a particular religion.*
The Montana Attorney General just agreed with the spirit of that decision when he claimed that Flathead National Park’s “Big Mountain Jesus” statue isn’t necessarily a religious symbol, which opens the door to establishing a “shrine” to “Big Mountain Satan.”
Would that I were a sculptor — or graphic designer — as obviously talented as the person responsible for “Big Mountain Jesus,” I would be all over creating “Big Mountain Satan.” But, alas, I am not!
*Which is the equivalent of people on Twitter claiming that links aren’t endorsement, which means the Court’s as sophisticated as people on Twitter, about which the-less-thought-about-the-better.
Jim Henley needs our assistance. As you well know, I have no patience for people with cancer, but though I’ve only admired his work from afar, for Henley I’ll make an exception.
But I’m not yet the goddamned Batman, so I can’t help him out myself.
Maybe you could pitch in until I get this whole “independently wealthy” thing figured out?
My recap of the latest episode of Game of Thrones, in which no actual rapes occur, yet which still manages to be all about rape.
I sense a recurring theme.
Care to guess which option he chose?
Clearly, this august institution has its priorities in order:
The five-person Sexual Misconduct Hearing Committee conducted an 11-hour-long hearing in which both the alleged rapist and his victim testified. The victim was instructed to answer questions from the man she was accusing of having raped her, an experience she
found so stressful that she repeatedly vomited in the bathroom.
I can’t even imagine the mindset of an administrator who would think this was a good idea — never mind, I take that back. It belongs to someone who would rather not report rape to the actual police, as “reported rapes” don’t exactly make his institution look as shiny as he believes it to be.
Watch the podcast — which, and I’m not overstating it, may well be our best, or at least most entertaining, given that we were both in a state of hyper-informed quasi-delirium when we did it — below:
Audio available here.