New Podcast, New Column

I started a podcast and that now, after three episodes, the podcast is available in the iTunes store. This means more people will be able to find it than those of you who happened to catch me posting about it on social media. Which, given my new time zone, is I-don’t-know-how-many people.

The current format is basically me talking for twenty to thirty minutes, mixed with clips from elsewhere when the internet works well enough for me to find them. I read a little news and a little relevant history and interject where it feels right with my opinion. Simple. I miss BSing with my friends about the news over drinks and this is the best I can do to approximate that experience in a place where alcohol is outlawed and my friends are far away.

The podcast is called News from Nowhere. It may not appear in the actual iTunes search results for a few days, but you can always find it in these places:

There is and will continue to be plenty of crossover between this podcast and whatever I happen to be writing about.

The first episode dovetails with my latest Baffler column on conspiracy theories and the 2016 elections. It’s a longer-than-usual read so make sure you’re sitting down before you start. Given the powerful mind-altering nature of some of the material I cover, you may want to ensure that you have chemical assistance in hand.

I quote passages like this from one of Donald Trump’s favorite news broadcasters, Alex Jones:

Most of these old men you see at Bilderberg, there’s a reason they’re all whacked out of their minds—they’re taking DMT [dimethyltryptamine, a powerful hallucinogen] . . . They were jackin’ DMT seventy years ago. They were injecting it. They were in special tanks . . . It’s so hardcore people won’t even believe it. But that’s the stuff I never get in to because you’re not ready for it.

The globalists don’t believe in Satanism, they believe they’re contacting inter-dimensional aliens through the drug use and through the electronic interface . . . They believe they’re in contact with these entities . . . and the entities are telling them,

‘eternal life, total power, total control, everything you could ever want, just kill everyone, set up a world government, build this design we’re telling you, build what we’re telling you, build this, build this, let us through, build the Hadron Collider, open the dimensions, let us in, we’re gonna really help you, WE’RE FRIENDLY LITTLE GUYS! DEMONS? ALIENS? DON’T EXIST? I DON’T KNOW!

I only cover what I can prove.

The transcript doesn’t quite do justice to Jones’ deilvery. That’s what the podcast is for. Subscribe and tell your friends and click all of the shiny buttons on the iTunes page! Thanks.

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