HELLO & WELCOME, NEW PALS!
In the midst of the fiery Kirko-Reichstag death threats last week, so came many nice things.
A lot of old friends and new fellow travelers discovered I was here on Substack, and it’s great to have you here. I’m currently enjoying over 5,000 subscribers, and I wish I could have you all over for dinner.
Every plan starts with a wish!
I didn’t get “fired” last week like Jimmy Kimmel, or the hundreds who lost their jobs within hours because they showed “insufficient respect” to Dear Leader.
I was part of the “doxxing cluster” — I’ve learned so many new terms this week— but I had different consequences.
I didn’t get fired because I don’t have a J-O-B to be canned from— I suffered such events in earlier eras of American Banishment.
MY OWN HISTORY OF GETTING MY SHIT CANNED
Have I ever lost a gig for my political beliefs? Of course!
Have you? I bet many of you have. As you understand, most of these moments never hit the headlines, but they are just as devastating.
In print, my work has been seized/destroyed many times. In Los Angeles high school my collective underground newspaper was seized, our staffers suspended and arrested.
Later, as a sterling individual, I was banned in Canada, burned in the Bible Belt, prohibited from Australia, snuck into the UK — there’s a story for each one.
However, my most Kimmel-seque firing happened in 1986, when I was expelled from radio station KPFA as the host of a popular drive-time radio show “for obscene content”— and replaced by instrumental Peruvian Flute music from 4-6 Friday afternoons!
Yes, all because the FCC took an interest.
You can read some of the precipitating details here; it’s related to the “Jerker” case.
Once again, it was the FCC leading a right-wing political cause against the First Amendment, at President Ronald Reagan’s behest. He and his wife Nancy made persecuting gay people a special cause of their Bible-mongering and vote-cashing.
Yeah.
Nothing is new.
MARTYR OR WEIRDO MAGNET?
Whenever a get an uptick in anonymous death threats, I also see a surge of wacky, harebrained solicitations land in my in-box. It’s like a waterfall of Mad-Libs.
I finish up my podcast today, by describing such a Doofus of the Week.
Clits up,
Susie
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Matzo ball soup is one of my favorites but until recently, I never made it myself. What inspired me to start? I was inspired by a “potzo” ball soup recipe on a cannabis site. Thank you Elise McDonough, and your inspiring tutoring!
