LIONEL PODCAST: I’m Back. Post-Irene Musings, Climate Fraud, Loving Cheney And When the Sh*t Hits The Reporter.

After Irene, a busted iMac and a host of life’s gremlins, I’m back and with a vengeance.

This picture supra will forever be identified with the plight of Irene and a symbolic reminder of life as we know it.

Seen here is WTTG Fox D.C. reporter Tucker Barnes, known from now on as the human metaphor, braving the gusts of Irene at the beach at Ocean City, Maryland to give a live report. Barnes unlike other intrepid journalists weathered neither rain nor sleet (dark of night, maybe), but what he called “sea foam,” which Fox later explained was “probably the remnants of raw sewage.” Sea foam. How quaint. For he was bathed in the feculent, fetid organic broth known world wide by many names. Scheiße. Merde. Mierda. Hitsay.

He further explained that what was engulfing him didn’t “taste” or “smell” great and had — get this — a “sandy consistency.” That’s putting it mildly. The descriptions were horribly hysterical. Inadvertently, one must admit, viz. “some sort of organic batter.” I read that at first as “butter.” Far more poetic. On one occasion, Barnes mostly disappeared under the organic and fetid foam. An off the cuff statement was made to the effect that what had doused him was “often a toxic mix of pollution and cyanobacteria.” Let the mindless 20 year-old beauty queen from a small town remember the intrepid Barnes and his egesta bath.

That being said, sit back and enjoy this, my mind.

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