UF/UF 200: The retrospective!

Well I’m a bit shocked but we made it. I thought for sure the government would have closed us down by now or the majority of the political pundits would have been fired and replaced by us.

Since neither of those things happened, we give you a look back at our humble beginnings and walk you all the way through to current day. A peek behind the scenes, as it were, on how we became the podcasting Juggernaut you now love and enjoy each week.

Click the link and buckle up for your ride through podcasting history!

UF/UF 200: The retrospective!

http://unfilunfet.libsyn.com/ufuf-200-the-retrospective

 

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The early days: No mixer board, no Swag, no Alexa. It was hell on earth.

 

 

UF/UF 197: Peace in our time!

As the son of a Korean war veteran this is an amazing time to me. The war was halted in 1952 with a cease fire and the 38th parallel splitting the Korean peninsula in two. Now some 66 years later it appears President Trump, and more specifically newly minted Sec of State Mike Pompeo, may have brokered or at least fertilized a peace accord that includes the removal of North Korea’s nukes from the peninsula.

This is an incredible turn of events and is barely getting any attention. Not so here. We’re all over it as usual. We brake it down for you tonight!

Click the link.

http://unfilunfet.libsyn.com/ufuf-197-peace-in-our-time

UF/UF 197: Peace in our time!

 

 

Could it be?

On the job before he had the job!

Twas the night before a nuclear Christmas

 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house
All the creatures were stirring, as nervous as a mouse,
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes new legislation soon would be there;
The cabinet were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of stock market records danced in their heads

And Melania in her ‘kerchief, and I in my MAGA cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of Trumpian objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a thread-thin conspiracy that wasn’t quite clear,
With a little old driver, very pale and straight as a ruler,
I knew in a moment it must be James Mueller,
More longer than necessary his investigation became,
And he whistled, and shouted, and started calling names,
“Now! Trump, now! Pence, now! Manafort and Kushner,
“On! Putin, on! Comey, on! Flynn and Junior;
“To the top of the porch! To the top of Trumps wall!
“I’ll take my time and investigate you all!
As white lies before the Clintons fly,
When I meet an obstacle the Dems will stomp and cry,
So up to the house-top the story-lines flew,
With the sleigh full of lies‍—‌and deceiving media, too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard from over there

A missile being fired and tested in the air,
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Kim Jong-Un came with a bound:
He was dress’d all in grey, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes looked tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
A bundle of missiles was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a psycho just opening his pack:
His eyes‍—‌they were black! No dimples: too fat,
His cheeks were filled out, his forehead so flat;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and they released some pictures of him walking in the snow;
The stump of a missile he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke encircled his country like a wreath.
He had a broad face, fairly obese not to trim
he executed members of his family on a whim:
He was chubby and plump, a right spiteful elf,
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
His desire to fire missiles filled the Japanese with dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And kept testing his missiles; the world knew he was a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, a mad man arose
He sprung to his launch codes, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But the allies exclaimed, ere they drove him out of sight‍—‌

We’ve shot them all down, Merry Christmas, good night.

UF/UF 184: The UF/UF Christmas Yule-tide-tacular

Ready for some holiday cheer, good will toward men and all that jazz? Yeah neither are we. But we have some quality Christmas type like games mixed in with the garbage that is currently passing for politics and news in America.

Click the link and you’ll go from Holy to Jolly faster than a reindeer fart.

UF/UF 184: The UF/UF Christmas Yule-tide-tacular

http://unfilunfet.libsyn.com/ufuf-184-the-ufuf-christmas-yule-tide-tacular

 

UF/UF 183: Iceberg! Dead ahead!

The USS Sexual Harassment is about to strike the iceberg known as Fake Public Moral Outrage. There’s not much room left on the floating debris to save everybody. The Democrats are pitching people over the side as fast as possible. Republicans are standing on deck sipping extra dry martinis while the band plays on.

Who survives, who drowns, and who gets to be in the poorly produced sequel is anyone’s guess, but we have a few thoughts on the subject. But for that you gotta click.

UF/UF 183: Iceberg! Dead ahead!

http://unfilunfet.libsyn.com

 

 

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They like it when I grab their boobs. Gosh darn it I know they like it.

UF/UF 181: Love, American Style

Well gang it’s week two of our transition to our new podcast carrier Libsyn. Click the link below and see our new page, listen to our latest episode, and enjoy that new car smell.

UF/UF 181: Love, American Style

Or you can still find us on iTunes the old fashioned way.

Enjoy.

Oh and enjoy the amazing twitter war between Trump and LaVar Ball. It is, in a word, fantabulous.

 

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Oh yeah. That’s the stuff.

UF/UF 180 Franken-stine

Moore-Franken 2020! No? Well, at least it appears they have something in common. Creepy-ness.

No one is getting the Big Story when it comes to Donna Brazile’s  book and revelation. We do.

Oh, and you can’t miss our discussion of Miss Bumbum. C’mon, just that is worth the listen.

Here’s the new procedure. The link below will take you to our new content carrier and you can listen from there. Or, act like it’s 2017 and subscribe to us on iTunes.

http://unfilunfet.libsyn.com/ufuf-180-franken-stine

 

Miss Bumbum 2017. It’s better than looking at the creepy picture of Al Franken again.