You Come Up Here, You're Gonna Get Beaten or Raped

Anybody watch Donahue growing up?

Pre-Oprah, kiddies. Phil Donahue was fucking hardcore. Oprah stacks her audience with adoring women. Phil had no problem surrounding himself with an audience of punk kids. Discussions could get passionate, but this wasn't the Jerry Springer show. Phil would just try to keep the dialogue going.

Some of those shows freaked me out as a kid, though they seem pretty tame in hindsight...

October 15th. How the fuck did we end up here?

Jesus Christ, I've been on a roller coaster. For once, I'd like to head into the holiday season secure about something in my world. Clock is ticking. Don't buy into the skewed press. Writers aren't money-grubbing little monsters just out to prove who supplies the pig-shit to Hollywood...
Whooo run Bartertown? Say loud. WHOOO?

Master Blaster runs Bartertown...!

Lift embargo!

It's a lot more complicated than that. People's livelihoods are at stake.




"Haaaay," verbalized the Gay Horse, "Didn't you use the Thunderdome analogy back when the MTA went on strike?"

"Aren't gay horses supposed to shut the fuck up until Fridays?" muttered Malice.