On Dec. 14, 2016, President-elect Donald Trump summoned a dozen Silicon Valley CEOs to a summit at his self-named hotel in New York City. Joe Wilcox calls it a meeting with the “King”, while Randall Kennedy makes allusions to “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” and riding the “Wonkavator” to the top of Trump Tower.
The two agree that Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos reminds of an insurance salesman. “They don’t look happy at all to be there”, Randall says of Bezos, sitting next to Alphabet CEO Larry Page. Episode 89 is dedicated to these fearless supporters of Hillary Clinton and opponents to all things Trump. … Frak That! Ep. 89: ‘The Wonkavator’
Joe Wilcox would rather vote for alien subjugators than either presidential candidate—hence Episode 69 title “American Apocalypse” for one of our funniest podcasts to date. Joe starts the episode by stepping back from the political arena and going to the musical/cultural stage: DesertTrip music festival, or as he tells Randall Kennedy, “Geezerpalooza”. The two-weekend, Indio, Calif. event—headlined by Bob Dylan, The Rolling Stones, and The Who—is meant for the over-50 set. But many attendees, and the performers, are in their Seventies.
“There’s nothing worse than a mosh pit full of people with colostomy bags”, Randall interjects. “That’s got to be the most disgusting thought in the world”. He envisions a fleet of ambulances, with emergency doctors and heart surgeons onsite and on call. … Frak That! Ep. 69: ‘American Apocalypse’
Phew. Doesn’t this suck rotten tomatoes. One of those ripe, juicy-looking ones that fills your mouth with saliva. You pull it to your mouth in anticipation of something sweet, then spit out something so putrid, you wrench and puke up your spicy Chinese lunch. Oh, it burns coming up.
That’s how we’re feeling today after our webhost toasted our supposedly safe VPS server. Hey, we paid more for SSD storage because it was supposed to serve up delicious pages fast and be less susceptible to hard disk rot. But here we are, following the outage of Sept. 22, 2016, doing a reset.
In rotten tomatoes comes opportunity. We were thinking to make over Frak That! anyways and archive the older posts, which were nothing more than collections of our tweets. Mixing metaphors, we’ve got amnesia and can’t remember the past. We’re starting fresh, like a baby born adult.
Hallelujah, Praise be God of the Internet—whom we know these days to be Vladimir Putin. Just ask the Democratic National Committee or Hillary Clinton, who accuse Donald Trump of knelling before the Russian President’s altar and asking his blessing of the U.S. Presidency.
Mmm, thinking of the Lord, maybe we don’t have amnesia. My God, Shirley McLane was right. Frak That! is reincarnated. Someone hit that great big redo button on the server, and we were reborn.
But labor is a painful process. So watch our rebirth to unfold over a few weeks. If it takes too long for you, and surely it will for us, then Frak That!