The Disease-Vector-in-Chief tried to kill his rival, but let's not say that out loud or anything.
The little ladies need not bother their pretty haids with engineering, law, and medicine. The NRA's roulette wheel stops in Oxford, Michigan.
Klannie Oakley derps ever onward. Judas wants his silver back.
My recovery is more of a challenge than perhaps I expected. Better late than never.
First full three-hour show since surgery! Yay!
Sometimes, a killer is just an a$$hole.
She's baaaaack . . . and not a moment too soon!
After today, have the "Go" code, but it's impossible for me to do anything without some adventure. Let's put it this way: NEVER stay in a "Suburban Extended Stay" property. At all. Ever. You'd be better off in a van down by the river.
A postcard from the road as the country goes sideways.
Now that it's no longer October, perhaps the jerks at Podbean will let this episode post. It's the last episode before we take to the road on the most momentous journey of my life.
This is going to be a critical month for our conversation's ongoing existence. Funding will likely be severely diminished while I'm away from the mic for surgery. If you can help us keep the bills paid during my absence, it would go a lonnnnng way toward putting my mind at ease. You can go to either the PayPal interface for The HORN or the GoFundMe page.
I cannot begin to express the depth of my love and gratitude to everyone who has and will make sure this effort continues until I can recuperate and return. Thank-you!