The Prince Of Darkness 
“Going kinetic!” Cronauer roared. With a 600-pound BMW GS as his projectile and an AR-15 snapped from its scabbard, he dives into the chaos of the Coon Valley creamery to protect the only assets the “auditors” haven’t yet bled dry.
The old header was a bloated monolith that was blocking the view. We’ve moved to a new in-line layout, purged the clutter, and made sure the content is front and center. Here’s why the change was necessary.
My buddy Thump sends me beautiful flower pictures from California, but let’s be real: these are just high-res shots of plant sex organs. It’s time we call it what it is.
I realized this morning that no matter how much leverage you have, there are just some things you can’t do—even with a big stick.
It’s not a police code—it’s an appointment with a statue. This 4/20, we’re exploring the “Gateway Frequency” with a three-hour trip through the hazy history of altered states.
I forgot to post the show last week, and I feel like an idiot. But the signal is back with Agent K’s latest installment of beautiful weirdness. Buckle up; we’re in bat country now.
Am I the only one who thinks The Hunger Games is just 1984 with better outfits? Plus, a look at why we call music “Rock” and “Blues” and an apology for last week’s missing show.
“We were wrong about the EMP, Cronauer. It wasn’t just a stray burst.” Through a crackling Yaesu handheld, Dave reveals the architect behind the “Dark Sky” burst—and why the Driftless valleys were left intact to serve a new, predatory kingdom.
The “grandpa” mask was on, the honey was a bribe, and the WORT master crystal was tucked over his heart. Norm Stockwell didn’t look like a revolutionary, but as the heavy steel of the Checker Marathon hit Highway 14, the signal proved otherwise.
We left a pickup truck and a flag on the moon, and we still have people convinced it was shot in a basement. It’s time to stop the “space shit” talk and look at the telemetry.