It's Monday, and it's May 23rd, and the word of the day is Turrophile, which means

a lover of cheese, using a sentence as an aggressive Turrophile myself.

I was recently accepted into the ranks of a cheese cult, but they didn't have a name

for the cult yet, so I suggested Heaven's Great, and that's official name.

Heath, we've been over this. If your cult doesn't have fuck stuff, it's just a club

heath. We've been over this. Come on, man.

I said to no fuck stuff.

I'm no illusions.

Um, Eli Bosnick. Um, Heath and Wright, and Broadcasting Delayed, for Marikus Farcenter.

We are the Skeptocrats.

Oh, this week's episode, primary season makes us miss the time of locusts.

I'll make a strong case that we should just outsource all our voting stuff to Australia.

And against all odds, we learn that Donald Trump is even dumber than we already thought.

But first, the rest of the intro music.

Joining me for headlines tonight are my fellow Skeptocrats, no illusions, and Eli Bosnick.

Gentlemen, on a serious note, we never got the chance to scream into the distance for

an entire episode last time around because we recorded Wright before the leak of the draft

opinion that's going to reverse Roe v Wade and Supreme Court.

And as much as I could use another good screaming, you know, I love a good screaming.

I feel like that screaming that's been every podcast this whole month, um, but maybe a

quick little rantlet to start us off, something like that.

Ooh, ooh, can we pretend my voice is like this because of the screaming instead of a baby

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