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And lastly, a huge thank you to all of you who have downloaded, subscribed, and rated the show.

Let's just say that the response has far exceeded our expectations, especially for a new show.

So we're deeply humbled that you've chosen to include us in your listening schedule.

Be sure to tell a friend so we can keep rocking over here.

And with that, let's do some unfucking.

I invite you to join me in an experiment, dear unfuckers. Too often in today's nasty

cancel culture, it seems like we're canceling the wrong people, while other deserving figures

get by unscathed. And while the subject of this episode, heiress and alt-right heroine, Rebecca Mercer,

is as of deserving of cancellation as anyone who has used power and money for nefarious purposes,

her aversion to the spotlight essentially renders her immune. It's like she wears a zero-fuck

invisibility cloak, so we'll have to go about it a different way.

So here's the experiment.

We're going to try and crowdsource some audio outreach.

I know this is a bit indulgent, but if we share it widely, maybe, just maybe, we can get her or her people to listen to our love letter and accept our offer of redemption.

If you're not familiar with our protagonist, fear not.

We'll still deliver some helpful context along the way as we unfucked the alt-right piggy bank and tall drink of tomato juice, Rebecca Mercer.

Middle daughter of Uber wealthy and super-secretive conservative hedge fund magnet, Robert Mercer.

Oh, my friends, we are fucked.

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