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Three minutes after 12 is the time.

Let's get Mistriar underway.

That was a growl in the style of Al Pacino.

All right.

What's that film?

Hooha.

I love that film.

A sense of a woman.

There you go.

It wasn't just me clearing my throat because I forgot to do so during the news.

Mistriac is, well, how best to describe it, to those unfamiliar with the delights of this hour.

It's a venture into the unknown. It's a celebration of education and enlightenment in an era where facts and truths are going out of fashion faster than were there's originals.

This is a place where your knowledge, your gleaned understanding of issues and your, or not issues, facts, and your ability to explain them

will be celebrated. We even eschew search engines. You're not allowed to go near Google for the

duration of this hour, but you have to listen carefully, because someone else will ask a question

that you know the answer to. And that question can be anything. Seriously, who, why, what

where, when, whither, wherefore, and even the occasional whence, you might ring in and say,

what is the origin of the bad, bad, baboobu, and someone else will ring in with the answer.

Or you might ring in with a really silly question. Like, if you are new to this. If it's a really

ancient question, like, why don't you ever see baby pigeons or that kind of thing? Then it

won't get on air for two reasons. We have two rules. One is repetition. So if it's blindingly

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