Hey uh

That mask of yours is slipping thr teensiest bit, my sibling in diety/demigod

Thanks! I had my suspicion it was in that same "oh this something I MUST do? Well F You buddy" executive dysfunction that I run full speed into all the damn time.

Ooh neat! AHE is one of mine to be sure.

@marawilson.bsky.social on the quote reskeet... YES. Much better put than me. This exactly.

Ama: grail reserve list card that isn't a super obvious high dollar staple?

Wherein I find that @marawilson.bsky.social and I are allergic to hype and need a sec to just friggin experience THE WHATEVER away from eveyone and go "Oh. Sure. Ok. YEAH!"

THE SPEECH THERAPIST IS SCREAMING AND PROFOUNDLY DAMAGING HIS VOCAL CORDS AT THIS.

LOOKIT HIM.
HES SO HAPPY

We're doin deep cut Papal Trax today. And we all know the Pontiffs fuck hard with Scott Weiland.

I will admit to a shallow understanding of the Johnsons' role, but when an initial, plausible concern (re: her ex potentially harming her son) begins to include demons and subterranean tunnels...like...nobody asks real questons?

It is fascinating to me that a podcast revisiting and retelling that story has a more rigorous fact-checking department than the investigation team did in California. Perhaps it's my hindsight/adulthood now but how could anyone believe such grandiose claims on their face back then? 4/

This is NOT to stigmatize the late Ms. Johnson, nor her inner war against paranoid schizophrenia. But any-- and I do mean ANY-- critical analysis of her accusations could have put a immediate stop to this aspect of the Satanic Panic. 3/

It was the 3rd episode of "The Devil..." that got me thinking about it.
The entirety of the Panic at McMartin came from ONE mother's complaints, Judy Johnson. Even a tiny modicum of fact-checking at the time would have revealed a profoundly unwell woman at the core of everything. 2/

IS THIS (the) RIGHT (block)
OR IS THIS (the) WRONG (block)
AND YOU MAY SAY TO YOURSELF
MY GOD what the fuck kind of instruction is this shit this can fucking go straight to...

Oh

I missed a page. Thats what's...yeah...that...ok that's why it's not working.

Traffic control to Nigel Grey
Commencing commute,
Engine on
Take your briefcase, dear,
And put galoshes on...

I had to double check if you're the TikToker with the red folding chair based only on the space robits in the pictures.

To be sure; I am a giant stan for his "Zigmund Earthbound and the Compliant Group of Blokes" era.