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a renewed sense of hope.

A renewed sense of hope. Kind of fucks up my on-air persona but I'll allow it and now the

scathing atheist.

Hi it's Isabella with two friendly reminders one is that COVID's still out there. It still sucks and long COVID sucks even harder. I've had it for the past two years and you do not want it.

And a second reminder is that we did in fact evolve from filthy monkey men. Oh, It's Thursday.

Thursday.

It's August 8th and a hurricane fucked up our travel quite a bit so I had to kind of record the intro on my own.

I'm no illusions. I'm still no illusions. I'm also still no illusions and from Richard

the Iceman Kuklinski's New Jersey, Ann Arbor, Michigan, and Waycross, Georgia,

this is the Skating Atheist.

On this week's episode, the pre-recorded nature of this show will be real obvious by the lack of couch jokes.

God will continue to not exist and all in Noah's annoying we should have a spare C segment

just in case shit will be fully vindicated. But first, the diatribe. So the night before the live show in Salt Lake City this weekend I'm chatting with a friend and the subject turns to

tarot cards.

It turns out that like me, she used to be a shut-eye tarot reader,

that is a person who did cold reading without realizing that that's what they were doing.

And I know that sounds like a bullshit post hoc excuse.

Like, I was only accidentally using a well-known con to manipulate people.

But it's actually a really easy thing to fall into, especially back in the pre-internet world where, you know, it was real easy to never come across the term cold reading in your whole fucking life.

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