And now the world's most exciting podcast, The Savage Nation, home of borders, language, culture.

Here he is, Michael Savage.

Welcome to the Savage Nation, and today's show is entitled Myalka, 1965 at summertime.

People are traveling, hot dogs, whatever. I don't go anywhere. I don't like going anywhere.

I found that a long time ago that travelers about the most exhausting thing I can do. I've done so much of it in my

life. I did it when I was young, a lot of it. And I know all the political nightmares that we're

going through right now, and I know where this is going. I'll save it for another day. I can see where

this country is heading unless certain people are arrested and deported

will have naked communism in this country within your lifetime as sure as I'm sitting here.

But I don't want to do that today. I just want to go backwards in time. I'm going to take you on a

trip with me to my York in 1965. And this is from my autobiography called The Savage Life, which, yes, I found it is still available,

strangely enough.

And there is a story in here entitled, an American gangster in Spain, which tells the story

that I'm going to tell you.

Myorka, 1965, an American gangster in Spain, okay.

So if you're in the mood for a story today, settle back,

light up a blunt,

and it's too early for that.

Not really.

For those of you who have nothing else to do, you can smoke, you can drink, you can drink water,

you can be on a treadmill.

I'm just going to tell you about a time in America that led me to Spain in 1965.

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