Better Bad News
A few years ago I started looking seriously at the story of the 9/11 terrorist attack, trying to figure out why it was that nobody seemed to know anything coherent about what happened. I looked at World Trade Center 7 videos, danced in my underwear to the music of Loose Change, and read David Ray Griffin at my local Starbucks. Then I started blogging in my livejournal about order cheap cytotec everything I was learning about false flags, controlled demolitions, and the CIA’s connection to Al Qaeda through the ISI only to be told by some of my most respected friends and allies that I’d gone crazy, that I was a liar, that I was getting fat just sitting there in front of the computer screen day and night. What got me through the tragedy of being spurned and mocked by online avatars was finding and watching Better Bad News.
Better Bad News is a mash-up comedy panel that could only spring into existence during the virtual zero years. It is today’s non-corporate Not Necessarily the News. A paranoid’s Week-End Update, and finally it is itself: Better Bad News: 50% true more or less 100% of the time.
I mention Better Bad News because I recently discovered that the BBN crew has now discovered Diet Soap. Over at the Better Bad News website buy cialis online pharmacy I’ve found some links to some of the more recent Diet Soap podcasts.
So this post is really a reply: Hello to the Better Bad News panel. I’m a fan of what you all do, even though you’re all crazy and weird and obviously not to be trusted.