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It's a Rachel visit!

…even if it was for less than 24 hours.

Racking up the guests,


Jacob Weisberg's Slate podcast

…mostly because I have a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to racists, xenophobes, narcissists, misogynists, fascists, sexual predators, pathological liars, and overall assholes. Donald Trump is all of those things.

Donald Trump will never be my president, but that’s not going to stop me from watching him like a hawk over the next four years, nor will it stop me from pointing out and criticizing his blatant hypocrisies, his appalling policies, and his awful nature.

I’ve already started this process by subscribing to Jacob Weisberg’s Slate podcast titled Trumpcast. Each episode explores another new terrifying aspect of the Asshole Elect.

So, if you’re also not interested in giving him a chance, if you too plan on remaining vigilant against this terrible man for the next four years, I encourage you to subscribe.

Learn more here.

Starting to feel like Wayne again,



Thanks to John Oliver for the reminder,


Nandita! Eighteen years later!

…when we both moved into the freshman dorm at the Columbus College of Art & Design (CCAD) in Columbus, Ohio. We haven’t seen each other since she graduated in May 1998.

Last night, Nandita and her husband Raj came over for dinner.

It was great seeing her again after all this time, and I promise to not let another 18 years pass before we see each other again.

Reconnecting with old friends dulls the pain,


Mo' month! Mo' beers!

And, yeah, all twelve are already gone.

This birthday gift is making rehab really hard,


That's a lot of college tuition.

I know it may seem like I sit at home all day long, drinking beer and updating The Blarg, but the truth is I spend much of my day writing.

Lately, most of my writing has been on long-form projects. Because of this, I sometimes write a short (most times comedic, other times not so much) to break up the monotony of those longer projects. But while these shorts are fun to write as an exercise, nobody ever really gets to read them.

To remedy this, I’ve decided to share them here. I’m doing this for two reasons:

1. I like to share! That, and it’s better than having them sit on my computer.

2. It’s my hope that someone might be inspired to actually do something creative with them. Want to film one as a short? Awesome. Interested in animating one? Go for it. Feel like performing one live onstage? I dare you. All I ask is that you give me credit and send me a copy of the final product.

The thirty-fourth of Shady’s Shorts is called “A Complete Lack Of Foresight.”

Download it by clicking below.


Number thirty-three,


“A Complete Lack Of Foresight” is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. Created by Justin Shady, ©2016.


…for flying in all the way from Cologne, Germany (via Los Angeles) just to watch the beginning of the end of America with us! We couldn’t have asked for better company to kick off the apocalypse with!

Have a room ready for us in Cologne… because we might be moving there soon!

Fleeing to Germany,


We got us a Tiggins here!

…for stopping by for a quick lunch on the last day before the total and utter collapse of America!

Last lunch,


No, seriously, fuck you.

Fifty-nine million deplorables,


…tomorrow fucking morning I’m going to fucking wake up and vote for Hillary fucking Clinton, and you’re going to do the same fucking thing. You know fucking why? Because if you don’t, fuck you.

I know a lot of people are dishing out the standard, more diplomatic rallying call of, “It doesn’t matter who you vote for, just vote.” But guess what? I am not a lot of people, and so I have no fear or qualms in saying that if you don’t vote for Hillary fucking Clinton tomorrow you can go fuck yourself right in the fucking ass. With what, you might ask? My fucking dick. Or your own fucking dick. Or Bob Dole’s fucking dick. Honestly, I don’t care what you fuck yourself with so long as you fucking fuck yourself hard with it.

Oh, what’s that? The old white guy you wanted to win the fucking Democratic nomination didn’t win and now you don’t feel good about casting your vote for the fucking person that did? Awww, come here, little buddy. Let me put a Band-Aid on that skinned knee of yours… and then tell you to go fuck yourself. Guess what, whiny motherfucker? The person I voted for in the primaries—as in every fucking primary fucking ever—has never gone on to win the fucking nomination, so cry me a fucking river, you fucking baby.

That’s right, Obama wasn’t my first fucking choice in 2008. Who was? U.S. Representative Dennis fucking Kucinich. Do you remember him? Of course you fucking don’t because he didn’t fucking win. But guess fucking what? I swallowed my fucking pride, bit my fucking lip, and voted for the goddamn nominee that was handed to me because that’s what you fucking do when you’re up against John fucking McCain.

Though in hindsight, the 2008 election was like a fucking dream sequence from a shitty 1990s, made-for-fucking-TV movie compared to the fucking fuck-tastrophe of political ass-fucking that is this fucking election.

So you don’t feel good about Clinton or Trump, and to lash out against those two choices—like a rebellious teenage fucking moron that has no real clue about anything whatso-fucking-ever—you’re going to cast a vote for either Gary fucking Johnson or Jill fucking Stein instead.

Cool, dude! And fuck you. Because if that’s the case you’re dumber than the fucking idiot you’re voting for. When those two halfwits can point to fucking Aleppo on a fucking map, name a fucking world leader, or explain to me the “dangers” of fucking Wi-Fi (fucking seriously, Jill Stein fucking said this), then and only then can they have your vote. Until that time comes, you’re just gonna have to fucking grin, fucking bear it, and vote for Hillary fucking Clinton.

But wait! You’re going to vote for Trump, you say. Because he’s the lesser of two evils. Because he’s the one person that’ll bring real change to America.

Fuck fucking you, you motherfucking motherfucker.

So you’re voting for Trump because you’re a xenophobe. Or a racist. Or a sexist. Or a narcissist. Or a nationalist. And on, and on, and on, and on….

Or worse yet, you’re not any of those fucking things, but for whatever reason you’re totally fucking okay with voting for a human fucking piece of shit that is. If that’s fucking true, if that’s the real fucking case, then seriously, fuck you.

This election is about more than the divide that exists between Democrats and Republicans; in fact, this election transcends politics as a whole. This isn’t about being a fucking liberal or a fucking conservative. It’s bigger than all that shit.

I am a proud-as-fuck Democrat. I have never voted for a Republican in any election ever. That said, if Donald Trump had ended up being the fucking Democratic nominee—if he were the person representing the party I’ve sided with my entire life—I would never in a million fucking years vote for that fucking motherfucker. Ever.

Tomorrow, I encourage you to take fucking heed and think long and fucking hard before placing an “X” next to the name of the person you’re voting for.

Because when all this shit passes—which it will—how do you want to be remembered? As the xenophobe? The racist? The sexist? The narcissist? The nationalist? Or the person who isn’t any of those fucking things, but still had no fucking qualms voting for a person that is?

If you’re okay with being any of those things, then fuck you. I’ll see you on the other side—the wrong side—of history.

But if you’re not okay with it, I’ll be at the fucking bar as this great nation nominates its first fucking female president.

And the first one’s on me, motherfuckers.

Fucking forward,


Old Poop!