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This is the podcast for December 15th, 2017. It's not safe for work. Coming to you live from the

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It's the professional left with drift glass and blue gal.

We are making reference to the wife of the failed Senate candidate from Alabama, Roy Moore, who trotted her bonafides out on stage about why I'm not a bigot.

And they cut her off just before she started talking about the colors.

I'm pretty sure.

And she thought she was being smart and letting everybody know what was going on.

That's what's fascinating about this.

We really have encountered at last in public, and you and I know all about this, the tribe that rub shit in its hair.

In case some listeners don't recognize the reference, that is, I coined a long time ago. An analogy is a group of people sitting in a cave together who take up the habit of rubbing their own shit in their hair and making patterns in their hair and sculpting

their hair into beautiful towers, Eiffel towers and four-mastered schooners and models of the

wreck of the Hesperus out of their hair. And they all admire each other. My God, that's a

mighty fine look you've got going on your hair there, Phil. What's that? Well, that's a, that's a ghost writer.

That's brilliant.

And they don't ever realize after a while that it's shit in their hair and it smells horrible

until they go out in public and deal with, you know, normal people who are completely

horrified by the fact these people have shit in their hair and don't seem to realize

how awful it is.

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