Warning, most of the words in this podcast aren't fuck, but some of them are. This week's episode of The Skating Atheist is brought to you by the new over-the-counter pharmaceutical for spiritual attacks, Hexedrin. Hexedrin. Trust us, Jordan Peterson. It'll be medicine that we send you, we promise. And now, the scathing atheist. Hi, my name is David. I'm a pharmacy technician in Atlanta, Georgia.

I work for a major hospital chain.

I won't tell you which one, but you've heard of them.

And I'm here to tell you to get your vaccines.

All of them.

Yes, even that one.

I tell you this because I already have enough people to take care of,

all of whom did in fact evolve from filthy monkey men. It's Thursday.

It's October 23rd.

And it's national slap your irritating co-worker to ow, ow, ow,

favorite day of the year.

I'm no illusions.

Blah, Bosnick.

I'm Heathenwright.

And from Dave Thomas's New Jersey, Ann Arbor, Michigan, and Waycross, Georgia.

This is the scathing atheist.

On this week's episode, the most hurtful part was that I slapped me also.

We learned that Ohio is round on the ends and fucking stupid in the middle.

And Ross Douthat will go searching for a miracle example and pass right over his career as an intellectual.

By which I meant Columbus.

But first, the diatribe.

Yeah. First of all, let me assure you this isn't a diatribe about football, just like last week's diatribe wasn't about Mint Mobile, but I do have to talk about football for a second to get there.

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