FUCK THE NEWS MEDIA !!

     In the year of 1994, I attended an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting at a strip mall church to sit in the back of the room and sketch some of the faces i saw. I would then process these sketches into full reference sheets to sell overseas to artists in Japan and Korea, it was good business. At this particular meeting, after I had just stepped out of the room to use the little boys room, I overheard through the door a discourse between the attendees. One of them (a huge cereal-pissing piece of shit, mind you) had discovered a piece of "Japanese Hentai Art" whose Male character bore a face strikingly similar to his. It didn't help that the character in question was considered the "Sexual Antagonist" (whatever that means). They connected the dots and one thing led to another, they conspired to attack me when I returned from the bathroom.

     While I was processing this, a man, whose name I later learned to be Patrick "The Coal man" Macluren, stumbled drunkly into the hallway with me. He told me of his Native American heritage, and that this very meeting was impinging his rights to alcoholism. He intended to attack them first! Instinctually, I tried to stop him, but that arguement that ensued led to a conversation which revealed the similarited between us. It unfortunately, however, also costed us enough time to lead the meeting attendees out into the hallway where they saw us chit-chatting. They assumed offensive formations too coordinated and complex for simple civilians. "Coleman" as I came to know him, threw a glass bottle of liquor so hard at the leading attacker that it shattered and embedded glass into the mans face. Utilizing the distraction and now wet floor, we escaped through a door behind us out into the strip mall parking lot. The moment he halted the escape to take a full snake shit on top one of the attendee's cars was the moment I knew I had my guy.  

    Fast forward 3 decades, and our brotherly bond has never been stronger. He has protected me from many incidents similar to the AA account. After years of escaping from these people and others, we came to the realization that we were the tip of a spear. A great Spear to pierce the veil. But veil of what? In sleep-deprived state of confusion after 2 days on the constant run, I thought back to Coleman shitting on that car. The gaul of it, the audacity, the message.

     The truth.

     It was a True Shit. I had it, then. Our words, our message, is Trueshit. We had to find a way to get the word out, so we formed a team to staff the podcast.

     We caught a pigeon and trained it speak. This is as close as we got to a genuine naturally appointed member because no one else would join willingly.

     The rest came after I signed into a (very tightly) binding contract with the InterGalactic Banking Clan. In return for funding the podcast studio, website, and equipment, the IGBC has appointed 3 standing members of the podcast to offset our 2 (and a talking pigeon). I have absolutely zero objections to this arrangement and maintain a stellar relationship with the people of Muunilist or their long-term goals.

     Within the overflowing valley of fakepiss threatening to drown me in its wake, I have found myself floating on the surface tension. I am immune to its effects, bolstered by the weblike layer of Trueshitium self-healing fibers that line my body from gooch to heel to crown of head; I can set my head in the jaundiced waters and take in the noise of its farce. It is my duty to strike down the fakepiss and bring the light of Trueshit to bear upon this wretched pool.

     we can defy the fakepiss news media, we can overcome.

 TRUE SHIT WILL ARISE.