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45 minutes | May 29, 2020
IIT - Episode 5: Brave Battle Bear
If you’re seeing this, you’re still subscribed to Waiting 4 Wrath. We are no longer updating this show! Go subscribe to Interesting If True for more of us and our shenanigans. Or, you could visit https://www.Patreon.com/iit and for as little as a buck a show get each week’s exclusive patron story too! Welcome to Interesting If True, the podcast that is the equivalent of a bathroom reader. Quick interesting facts and a whole lot of BS. I’m your host this week, Shea, and with me are (introduce each host and their blurb) I’m Steve, and I have news. We have a new cat. His name is Evander and he’s 5. Also, his breath smells like he has a rotting corpse stuck between his teeth. Vet visit later this week. I’m Aaron, and this week I learned that, while dogs are great, ancient-man really missed the ball on domesticating bears. Jenn couldn’t be here today, but thanks to the power of forethought she’ll be joining us in 3… 2… 1… Brave Battle Bear! What’s better than pretty much everything? Any guesses? And Shea can’t guess because it’s cheating. https://vinepair.com/articles/bear-war-hero-beer-history/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wojtek_(bear) https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/wojtek-bear-named-second-world-war-film-polish-soldiers-monte-cassino-snowman-private-army-carried-a8553001.html http://time.com/4731787/wojtek-the-bear-history/ https://www.history.com/topics/world-war-ii/battles-of-monte-cassino How about a munition-toting, cigar-smoking, beer-drinking, Nazi-fighting, grizzly bear? In honor of the recently observed Memorial Day, I bring the story of an Allied soldier who more people need to have heard of, Wojtek the Bear. (Who is referred to as a brown bear, but that’s also a grizzly bear, and I prefer that title.) In 1942 a group of Polish prisoners of war, which included both soldiers and civilians, had been liberated from a camp in Siberia. The early days of WWII were especially awful for the Poles as Nazi Germany was of course marching thru, but the Soviets were also willing to round them up to work labor camps. “The Allies got together in 1942 and made a pact with Stalin in which they could release the Poles to join the Allies’ troops,” according to Aileen Orr, author of Wojtek the Bear: Polish War Hero. The soldiers (plus a few civilian refugees) were then sent on to Alexandria, Egypt where they would then travel to Europe to join the World War, already in progress. Whilst in route through the Middle East, the newly liberated soldiers encountered a young boy who had discovered an orphaned bear cub in the mountains of Persia (now Iran). The boy wandered into the camp, hungry, carry the little bear in a sack, looking for food. It was April 8, 1942 and the group of un-homed, transplanted people were drawn to the little creature who had also lost his family and home (they did also feed the boy). The bear was tiny and malnourished, since his mother had been killed by a hunter and NOW HE WAS IN A SACK. One of the civilian refugees in their midst, eighteen-year-old Irena (Inka) Bokiewicz was especially taken with the little furball and convinced Lieutenant Anatol Tarnowiecki to buy the young bear (rumored for a few cans of corned beef), who then spent the next three months in a Polish refugee camp established near Tehran. He was technically under Irena’s care, but the soldiers were also happy to babysit, feeding him condensed milk from an old vodka bottle, and marmalade (Pattington!), bits of fruit and honey. But his favorite treat was quickly discovered to beer, which became his favorite drink. (We’ve found our show spirit animal!) I had no luck finding exactly how long this journey to Alexandria was, but it’s looking like it was lengthy. By the time soldiers were on their way from the camp to join the newly formed Polish army, the little bear, who had been named Wojtek (an old Slavic name name meaning ‘Happy Warrior) was gifted to the 22nd Transport Company, Artillery Division, Polish 2nd Corp. With the 22nd Corp he traveled to Egypt. He became the official mascot of the soldiers, and as he grew developed adorable and soldier-appropriate mannerisms. Per time.com: “He would accept lit cigarettes, take a puff and swallow them,” said Dymitr Szawlugo, one of the soldiers who took care of the bear. “He loved to drink from a beer bottle, and when it was empty, he would look through the opening to see where the rest of the beer was.” Since he was a precious orphan adopted by homeless ex-Gulag workers, he would cuddle with the other soldiers if they were ever cold in the night. He also seemed to really enjoy wrestling and play-fighting with the other soldiers. Of course, he was the most badass ass-kicking wrestler in the entire company, thanks in part to the fact that he grew to be six feet tall, weighed roughly five hundred pounds, and could knock small trees over with a single swing of his massive, clawed paw. When he got bigger, the men even taught Wojtek how to pick up new recruits and hold them upside by the boots to make the rookies think they were getting eaten. He became a real soldier-bear, too. He learned to salute when greeted and, without prompting, began to march on his hind legs when he saw other soldiers doing so. When the motorized convoy was on the move, Woytek sat in the passenger seat of one of the jeeps, hanging his head out the window and shocking the shit out of people walking down the street.In fact, Wojtek was officially drafted into the Polish Army as a private and was listed among the soldiers of the 22nd Artillery Supply Company, due to the fact that regulations forbade mascot and pet animals. Henryk Zacharewicz and Dymitr Szawlugo (mentioned above) were assigned as his caretakers. But as Wojtek grew older and larger, so did his hunger and thirst. He was often found in the galley, eating anything he could (seeing as he was a bear, it was probably most everything there). He would chase after oranges that the men used for grenade practice. In fact, as an official soldier he was due a paycheck, which in his case translated into double food rations. Wojtek also learned how to break into the communal shower huts and turn on the shower on his own, which was a problem because the water was rationed and his ingeniousness would sometimes result in water shortages. So they opted to give a 500-pound bear their spare beer and wine, like you do. (Side note, if I were a WWII soldier I highly doubt I would have any extra beer or wine.) But his time splashing around in the bath houses wasn’t for nothing. While in Palestine, he had been barred from his beloved baths (bc Middle East’s water rations don’t equal bear-sized baths). He took to loitering around the outside of the bath houses, and one day found the door unlocked. (Seriously, they kept him out by locking the doors, so A+ on well-made doors.) He wandered into the bath hut for some splashy-time and came across an Arab spy who had been planted to gather intelligence on the Allied camp. Voytek growled, slapped the dude upside his stupid Nazi-loving head, and the man (surely) immediately crapped his pants and surrendered. Either way, his screams immediately alerted the allied soldiers and the Soldier Bear was lauded as a hero for successfully capturing an enemy agent, who in turn was interrogated and gave up vital intelligence on enemy positions. In 1943 the regiment headed off for Italy, where they linked up with the hardcore British 8th Army. It took some convincing for the Brits to allow this very, um, unusual soldier to be allowed to join the campaign. The Polish soldiers explained how he helped the morale and contributed in a variety of ways (spy-catching, anyone?) and eventually the British officials relented and gave him the permit needed to travel with the crew. At that point Wojtek was included on all official rosters and marched on shore with rest of the 22nd Artillery. They headed out to one of their largest battles, what became known as the Battle of Monte Cassino, which was not nearly as much fun as it sounds. In fact, per history.com, “it marked one of the longest and bloodiest engagements of the Italian campaign during World War II. After attempts to overcome the Germans in the Liri Valley and at Anzio ended in stalemate, the Allies struggled to capture the western anchor of the Gustav Line and the Roman Catholic abbey of Monte Cassino. Two more offensives, which resulted in the destruction of the abbey and aerial bombardment of the region, again failed to produce the desired result. Only with the launch of Operation Diadem in May 1944 did the Gustav Line finally collapse, with the Second Polish Corps succeeding in capturing the abbey.” It was this particularly intense battle, however, that cemented Wojtek’s status as the Best Bear (actual Corporal Best Bear, bc he got a promotion). According to numerous accounts, during the Battle of Monte Cassino, when Wojtek’s unit conveyed ammunition, he helped by carrying 100-pound (45-kilogram) crates of 25-pound artillery shells, all without dropping a single one. He watched what the soldiers were doing and stood upright with his front paws outstretched, indicating his intentions. The boxes he carried normally required 4 men, and he would stack them onto a truck, or stack the boxes of ammunition onto each other. He worked tirelessly, day and night, bringing supplies to his friends who were bravely battling the Nazis. He never rested, never dropped a single artillery shell, and never showed any fear despite his position being under constant enemy fire and heavy shelling. His actions were so inspiring to his fellow soldiers that after the battle the official insignia of the 22nd Artillery was changed to a picture of Voytek carrying an armful of howitzer ammunition. (On the other side of the same combat coin, imagine how disheartening it would be to a German or Italian soldier seein
34 minutes | May 22, 2020
IIT - Episode 4 - Fantastic Flammarion Facts
If you’re reading this then you’re getting the show from Waiting 4 Wrath, not Interesting If True, and we’ll soon stop posting here. Visit https://www.InterestingIfTrue.com for links to subscribe to Interesting If True! Welcome to Interesting If True, where we take turns telling tantalizing tales. I’m your host this week, Jenn, and with me, as always, my bearded and bedraggled co hosts Aaron, Shea, and Steve, I’m Aaron, and this week I learned that while a comatose state is one of inactivity, a comet only has a coma when it’s active! I’m Shea, and this week I learned that mandatory temperature screenings will be required for fans attending the Foreigner reunion concert.IIT If you’re hot blooded they’ll check it and see. I’m Steve and while I’ve heard that man cannot live on bread alone, now that Aaron gave me his old bread machine, I might just give it a try. Camille Claims Comet is Coming Calamitously https://www.oocities.org/~lauferworld/VirginandcometI https://www.oocities.org/~lauferworld/VirginandcometII https://archive.macleans.ca/article/1955/5/14/the-panic-over-halleys-comet http://www.unmuseum.org/halleycomet.htm https://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/fl-xpm-1986-04-16-8601230389-story.html https://www.fredericknewspost.com/archive/buying-into-apocalypse-scenarios/article_5e635ad4-ce33-5519-b78b-adf302a6f5de.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halley%27s_Comet I’m Jenn and I want to welcome you to a story of weird history…ree…ree…ree. This is a timely tale. In fact Monday, day of recording, May 18th of this year, is the supposed 110th anniversary of this particular cosmic event (well, the earthly part is debatable, but I’ll get to that). Yes, if we rewind to the year 1910, we will discover that the heavenly visitor, Halley’s Comet, was making its roughly-every-76-years visit to our skies. Now Halley’s Comet was, of course, no stranger to our ancestors. It’s considered a ‘short-period’ comet, or a comet with regular visits of 200 years or less. In fact, Halley’s is the only short period comet that is visible to the naked human eye, and the only that is possible to witness twice in a human lifetime. Since it’s last buzzing of Earth was 1986, I’m hoping I might make it a twice-r. (I was 6, and if I can keep my crappy immune system in check…) As a quick informational aside: the comet is named for Edmond Halley, a 17th century astronomer who was the first to realize the comet appeared in regular intervals. Of course, there’s a rich human history surrounding the appearance of comets, usually involving everyone losing their minds in terror. At least, that is, until more recent times. And by recent, I don’t exactly mean the 1910 visit. Nope, the 1910 arrival definitely had its share of comet-induced pandemonium. Why were people in such an uproar in this relatively recent time period? Well, as we are always, continuously reminded, humans as a group just can’t seem to understand science. And in this particular case, it was pretty crappy science. It was in early April of 1910 that French astronomer, Camille Flammarion (a Harry Potter character yet to be written), announces that the materials in the comet’s tail, most notably ‘cyanogen’, were highly poisonous and, since this was an unusually close pass of the comet, it spelled certain doom to inhabitants of Earth. I’m not exaggerating on his message. A direct quote from Flammarion (my unicorn slash fan fiction pseudonym): “The comet’s tail,” said Flammarion (a fire bender), “is composed of deadly cyanogen and other gases, including hydrogen. If the earth should pass through this tail, either the hydrogen will ignite, blasting earth asunder in a gigantic explosion, or the comet gases will sweep aside our own atmosphere, reacting with the nitrogen to form the familiar laughing gas, nitrous oxide, and suffocating all animal life in a ghastly parody of death.” Well, that sucks. From the Frederick, MD Newspost: “In April 1910, the conjecture screamed across newspapers far and wide…As the dreaded month of May approached the panic was real. Europe’s reaction was mixed. In Italy, the poor gathered nightly to “hiss and hoot” the comet away, believing the apparition was causing the cold, wet and wintry May weather. Beset with anxiety, the former sultan of Turkey refused to eat for the days prior to the comet’s arrival. In Baden, Germany, farmers decided not to sow their spring crops. The comet was also blamed for the severe storms in northwest Europe and snowstorms in Iceland…the inhabitants of Russia took a more pessimistic view of things. In Siberia, all business was halted. The 300,000 inhabitants of Irkutsk were reported to be in a constant state of terror with farmers burning their barns for fuel.” (I included the Russian part just so Aaron can utilize his accent.) But don’t worry, back in the good ole US of A, not to be outdone by no Europe or Eurasia, we also got a little nuts. Again from the Frederick, MD Newspost: “In Chicago, many people sealed their doors and windows to keep out the deadly gas. Several Detroit residents witnessed a homing pigeon die in flight and fall to the street below. A calamity ensued as men and women rushed about in great excitement screaming “It’s the gas, it’s the gas.” But birds weren’t the only things dropping dead. Ruth Jordon of Talladega, Ala., was summoned to her front door, saw the comet and expired. Apparently the same fate awaited a gentleman when shown the celestial visitor from a nearby depot platform. Scores of comet-induced suicides were reported in several states. If death didn’t get you, insanity did. James Klein of Somerville, N.J., was found in the street “scantly clad,” raving about being pursued by the comet’s tail. Then there was the unfortunately named Paul Hammerton of California. Hammerton was a prospector brooding over the effects of the comet’s visit, so he got out some nails and proceeded to crucify himself. By the time other miners heard his cries he had succeeded in nailing both feet and one hand to the makeshift cross. Although he was in intense agony he pleaded with his rescuers to let him be.” Finally, Oklahoma decided it was time it threw its hat into the ring. Dying homing pigeons? DIY crucifixions? Hold my beer. On May 20th, 1910, the Oklahoma City Times ran a story under the headline ‘Girl Rescued from Death at Gory Stake’. It wasn’t long before Okie papers throughout the state carried the story of The Select Followers, a religious sect, led by Henry Heinman. Clipping from Salina Daily Union, 1910. Heinman claimed that God had alerted him to the world’s end, courtesy of the approaching comet, and only a blood sacrifice would avert the disaster. ‘Jane Warfield, a pretty nineteen-year-old farmer girl, living near here was rescued after a hand-to-hand conflict between members of the sheriff of Alfalfa county posse and Henry Heinman’s religious fanatics Wednesday evening just as the girl was about to be offered as a blood sacrifice for the atonement of the world’s sins in order that Halley’s comet might not destroy the earth. The girl, nude and partially unconscious, was tied to a stake in the center of a dancing group of the crazed followers of Heiman and within a few minutes was to have been stabbed and bled to death. Heinman’s chief prophet was ready to perform the deed. It was known in the community that the much-heralded approach of Halley’s comet and the threatened danger attached to its appearance had affected the fanatics and frequent meetings were being held. All their secrets are closely guarded and it was not until the girl was tied to the stake that the authorities became aware of the intended sacrifice.’ Holy crap! How exciting! A posse of Okie-Alfalfa County cowboys rescues a white clad virgin from certain sacrifice! One would almost think it was..too good…to be true. It turns out the tale, which is still reported today in some publications as at least somewhat factual, was thought to be the brainchild of Edgar Benton Merchant, a lawyer, newspaper publisher and editor of the Aline Chronoscope from 1901 until his death in 1919. At the time of the comet, he was an older man living in Aline, OK. According to several sources he was imaginative and inventive, with a sneaky sense of humor, and it was assumed he came up with the story and his wife, Ellen, a type-setter and reporter helped to make it an event. There was apparently a whole group of people ready to make the hoax a reality, and the ‘is it or isn’t it’ remained in the town for years. So I suppose the moral of the story is: Oklahoma didn’t actually get wrapped up in 1910 religious, wacko hysteria. They’re just liar-liars, pants on comet fires. Midshow Bumper Thanks for listening to Interesting If True, if you like what you heard and think your friends might too, share us on the socials, leave us a good review wherever you’re listening, or subscribe at Patreon.com/iit where, for as little as a dollar a show, you’ll get a patron exclusive story each week, episodes of our sister show 4 More Beers, outtakes and more! 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42 minutes | May 15, 2020
IIT - Episode 3: A Murdery Maybe-Mystery
Welcome to Interesting If True, a weekly comedy podcast that will hold your interest, if not water… I’m your host this week, Steve, and with me are our panel, Shea & Aaron. I’m Shea, and this week I learned how much my wife truly loves me. I woke up last night with her pushing a pillow against my face to keep COVID-19 at bay. I’m #blessed I’m Aaron, and this week I learned that being invisible would also make you blind because light would pass through your retina… I’ve been watching a lot of quarantine-anime… I’ve also been boning up on true crime, so… Wouldn’t Say I’ve Been Missing Him… Diving into this story, first, I need to set the stage. The year is 1929—which started on a Tuesday, that’s a true—it was the end of the Roaring Twenties. Soon Wall Street would kerplunk ushering in the Great Depression, Hooverville, and of course the Dalek occupation of the Empire State Building. Followed shortly thereafter by the invention of the color TV by H. E. Ives at Bell Telephone Laboratories, which totally wasn’t playing with recovered alien technology. Meanwhile, the American south was… sweaty and smelled of Elder berries and gin stills. Also bigotry. It smelled like bigotry. Amid the hustle and bustle of the southland [cough], there was a man. A myth. A Legend. Ok, a legend of a ghostly man who might be a myth, but that’s close to the same thing. Connie Franklin was his name and splitting lumber was his game. Apparently. Born in 1895—which started on a Wednesday, just FYI—he would grow up in obscurity. The first real mention of Connie was January of 1929 when the now #SourthernMath 22-year-old (by his own account) set out toward the town of St. James in Stone County, R-Kansas. Now, the interesting thing about Connie Franklin is that he either played the harp or was brutally murdered. Setting into town Connie found employment as a hired hand splitting wood and doing manual labor. As was his way. He soon met 16-year-old Tiller Ruminer…-ish. There’s some disagreement on her name. It could have been Tillar, Tiller, Tiler, or Tillie. Stories vary. I’m going to use Tiller because that’s how she’s called in the March 11 edition of the 1942 Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, one of the nearest-to-contemporary sources I could find. Connie quickly fell for Tiller. She was sixteen, had great—milk-free—legs, and was polio-free. What more could you want? The two quickly fell in love and for a while life was as less-terrible as it could be in 1929. On the 9th of March, they eloped. Or tried to, anyway. They’d gone to see the local magistrate… or umm… lord, high hibildy-piboly maybe. He who had the most teeth and therefore wed people. But alas, he was out woo-ing Jenn’s Great-Gran mother with that very same pearly white. Singular. Just kidding Jenn, we miss you! Anyway, Connie and Tiller, having never made it to the altar began the long, and I assume swampy, journey home. But he would never arrive! Local Sharif Sam Johnson investigated but found nothing. Most folks just assumed Connie got cold feet and fled Arkansas. We need to take a moment out of this entirely reality based rom-com and introduce a woman actually named Bertha. Bertha Burns. She fancied herself a detective and, not having any of that cold-footed malarky, set out to find some of that ee-loo-seev ev-e-donce. Fast forward a few months and she found a bloodied hat on her land. Her near-the-trail-to-the-justice-of-the-peace land even! Using the hat and the impassioned pleas of some lady who claimed to be Connie’s sister she dragged the Sheriff away from whatever fried-sadness passed as a doughnut back then and presented him with a small patch of scorched earth and a heaping helping of charred bones. Tiller was called to the Sharif’s yurt or whatever and after much prodding and promises of protection, she told him the terrible story of their way home. The two were set upon by four “knight riders”. Hubert Hester and Herman Greenway assaulted Tiller in the woods while Joe White and Bill Younger beat, murdered, and set fire to Connie. After assaulting Tiller the four kidnapped her for two weeks and intimidated her into months of silence. I say “intimidated” and they “threatened to kill her” sure, but they also showed up at her family’s house and “whipped her father and mother, [and] carried away her brother as a hostage”. So not ideal. With a clear, and yellow-media-titrating, picture of what happened to Connie the grand jury issued arrest warrants for the four men, Hester, Greenway, White, and Younger. Shortly thereafter began the trial of the five men, Hester, Greenway, White, Younger, and Fulks, in December of 1929. Huh? Yeah, 5. Hubert Hester, Herman Greenway, Joe White, and Bill Younger… and also some rando named Alex Fulks. While the four “night riders” were identified by Tiller as rapey-murders, the fifth man, Alex, was arrested because Bertha hated him so screw him. A few months ago Alex had successfully mob-style beaten the hell out of Mr. Bertha but had only been fined the sum of $40 for the frontier justice, avenging whatever Mr. Bertha did. As the trail began the defendants were adamant that they hadn’t killed anyone. A little violent sexual assault, sure, but murder? No sir, they all swore that “Connie ain’t dead”. The court’s first witness was Tiller herself, she described the events of the night in horrific detail, much to the delight of the hoard of reporters packed into the court house. Due to the horrific details of the case and the apparent Hatfield vs. McCoy-style feud between the Tillers, Bertha’s clan, and the family of the accused, the four of whom were related—again, Fulks was just tossed in for good measure. The defendants described the events differently. They’d accosted Connie on the road to run him out of town beaten, but very much alive. Seeing themselves as self-deputized avengers of sorts they’d broken into Tiller’s home and beaten her family in recompense for slights to their name and long-owed money, taking Tiller’s brother not as a hostage to, in her words “keep her from “squawking” but to work their fields to pay off the families debt. With the nation, and the townsfolk, divided on the truth there was only one witness they could call who could possibly clear the mess up: Connie Franklin. Remember that reward the defendant’s families put out? Well it got some results. Elmer Wingo lived down the way some in Morrilton, which I’m sure is 100% aptly named even to this day, and said he’d let Connie spend the night at his farmhouse some four days after he was supposedly murdered. Others in the area had overheard the mystery name being called Connie or Mr. Franklin and put 2 and 2 together. After some pleading—and fighting about which of the locals would get the reward—they convinced Connie to come to the trial and testify that he was not and hadn’t been murdered and on fire. Upon entering the court house the mystery man was immediately recognized by, and greeted by name, all the locals. To prove his identity the Sheriff set up a lineup of women, including Tiller, and asked Mystery-McGee to identify her. He immediately approached and “matter-of-factly said ‘Hello, Tiller'”. He also gave details about private moments Connie and Tiller had shared, the idea being only they would know. However, Tiller, while visibly shaken, insisted that he was not Connie. Who was the mystery man? Was it Connie? Or a fake? Or a ringer hired to exculpate the defendants and/or avail their friends of the rewards? What of the evidence? Or their swampy, swampy romance? Confused, you won’t be after this episode of who the fuck is this guy! While most folks and the media were trying to figure out who Mystery Man really was, the evidence had come back on the burnt bones from Bertha’s land. Despite Bertha’s adamance that the bones where human—and remember, her insistence was the kind that got you arraigned by a grand jury despite not having anything to do with the crime at hand—the state Health Officer Dr. Garrison and the local dentist, did not swear they were from a person. According to most of the research “witness[es] testified that while little physical evidence there had ever been—the bones from the ash heap—turned out to be the bones and teeth of a dog, or a sheep. The dentist was not exactly sure, but they were definitely not human bones” (Blevins, Brooks, 269) so there ya go. With so much evidence falling flat and so many mutually exclusive stories, never mind the victim testifying, Hugo Williamson, the understandably irritated prosecuting attorney announced ominously that if this man indeed turned out to be Franklin, “somebody had lied and somebody was going to jail” (strange company). Looking into Connie’s past reporters and of course, the people covering the trial found out that Connie wasn’t even really Connie, never-mind this mystery man. Connie Franklin was actually Marion Franklin Rogers, 33, not 22. Perhaps the 11 missing years could be explained by his involuntary stay at the state mental hospital in 1926… Well no, no it can’t because that’s not how time works and also he escaped just three months after being committed. The Connie Tiller knew was likely Marion following a psychotic break and on the run from the men in white coats. Maybe. The murder trial continued, albeit somewhat distracted by no one being sure if a murder had even been committed. Tiller, along with Burns and Harrell (the deaf-mute boy), continued to assert that Rogers was not the man they had known in St. James. Coleman Foster, who had been one of Franklin’s few friends in St. James, also said Rog
49 minutes | May 8, 2020
IIT - Episode 2 - How To Prevent A Plague
Hey all, if you’re seeing this in your show notes you’re still subscribed to Waiting 4 Wrath. We’re only posting a few more shows here so make sure you visit https://www.InterestingIfTrue.com and subscribe to the new show! Welcome to Interesting If True, the podcast that promises not to lie to you… on purpose… unless it’s funny… I’m your host this week, Aaron, and with me are our panel. I’m Steve, and did you know that for its sheer ability to calm the soul, it only takes about 7 cute otter videos to equal one beer, and otter videos are acceptable at work. I’m Shea and this week I learned that before you go out into public, ask yourself: Is it worth it? Can I work it? Can I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it? I’m Jenn and I learned this week that May 7th, when the patron cut of this episode drops, was the date Herman W. Mudgett was hanged in 1896 for crimes against humanity…and hospitality. You may know Herman better as the notorious American serial killer HH Holmes. The news from the field of medicine and health care is all the rage right now, but we don’t wanna talk about Coronavirus. So I’m bringing a timely story from last year on the anniversary of a medical breakthrough. Aaron’s got a story on medicine too. Editors Note: When I say ‘DARPA’ at the start of the story, I definitely don’t mean ‘DARPA’, I meant the Bhopal Disaster. 🙄 Because I’m bad with acronyms. Jenn’s Pox Upon Your House Today I have a story about EDUCATIONAL HISTORY (ree…ree…ree…ree)!! It’s not particularly weird, but it’s time appropriate, both in an anniversary sense and it’s more current event-y than it ever should be. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1200696/ https://www.cdc.gov/smallpox/history/history.html https://www.history.com/news/the-rise-and-fall-of-smallpox Traveling back in time to May 14, 1796, in rural England, we see the incredibly influential scientist, Dr. Edward Jenner, introducing his most celebrated invention. And now since we live in the most backward of timelines it has become his most controversial. What was this history-altering, millions of lives saving, now somehow debated event? That was the day Dr. Jenner put into use his newly developed smallpox vaccine. Yep, in case you weren’t already aware Dr. Edward Jenner was the father of the innovation of medical vaccinations. Please see his May pin-up for Sultry Georgian Era Scientists Monthly, complete with the accessory of cow illustration. (Cowpox features into the story, hold on.) Full disclosure: despite being considered the father of immunology, he was not the first to suggest that exposure to lighter doses of the same or similar illnesses would confer at least some form of immunity. I’ll cover that soon. Anyway, that’s right(!), I’m gonna talk about the history of vaccinations and exactly what they did for the progress of human society (spoiler alert: a lot more people survived). First, we need to learn a bit about the disease that was the first to be inoculated against: the now naturally eradicated smallpox. I say now naturally eradicated bc first off that how’re awesome vaccinations are and secondly (and scarily) it’s considered an excellent potential bioterror weapon. (Just an FYI: in late 1975, Rahima Banu, a three-year-old girl from Bangladesh, was the last known person in the world to have naturally acquired smallpox, per the CDC. She did survive and an intensive vaccination campaign around her home prevented any others from becoming infected.) Smallpox was a devastating disease for pretty much all of the known human history. It’s believed to have appeared sometime around 10,000 BC as humans in NE Africa were beginning the first agricultural communities. From ncbi.gov (US National Library of Medicine National Institute of Health): The earliest evidence of skin lesions resembling those of smallpox is found on faces of mummies from the time of the 18th and 20th Egyptian Dynasties (1570–1085 bc). The mummified head of the Egyptian pharaoh Ramses V (died 1156 bc) bears evidence of the disease. At the same time, smallpox has been reported in ancient Asian cultures: smallpox was described as early as 1122 bc in China and is mentioned in ancient Sanskrit texts of India. As humans began to develop trade routes, unsurprisingly, more than goods and services were shared. Smallpox was introduced to Europe sometime between the fifth and seventh centuries and was frequently epidemic during the Middle Ages as if they needed more things to die from. And then of course as the New World was discovered we had a few smallpox highlights: the 16th Century – European colonization and the African slave trade import smallpox into the Caribbean and Central and South America while for the 17th Century – European colonization imports smallpox into North America (oh, and lest we forget our Aussie friends, Great Britain brought it to the Oz land in the 18th century). Fun fact, the term ‘small pockes’ (pocke meaning sac) was first used in England at the end of the 15th century to distinguish the disease from syphilis, which was then known as the great pockes. We’ve probably all heard how the Native Americans were decimated by the introduction of European diseases. Smallpox was introduced by the Spanish and Portuguese conquistadors to Southern and Central America. The disease decimated the local population and was instrumental in the fall of the empires of the Aztecs and the Incas. Similarly, on the eastern coast of North America, the disease was introduced by the early settlers and led to a decline in the native population. The devastating effects of smallpox also gave rise to one of the first examples of biological warfare. Again from ncbi.com: During the French-Indian War (1754–1767), Sir Jeffrey Amherst, the commander of the British forces in North America, suggested the deliberate use of smallpox to diminish the American Indian population hostile to the British(he was the flaming asshole who initiated the ‘gifts’ of smallpox infected blankets). Another factor contributing to smallpox in the Americas was the slave trade because many slaves came from regions in Africa where smallpox was endemic. To put that information into perspective, smallpox in the Old World killed about 30% of those afflicted (while blinding and disfiguring many others), but when brought to lands that have never been exposed the fatality rate was closer to 90%. Starting around the last thousand years or so, it began to be understood that those who had survived smallpox didn’t develop it again, so they often became the de facto caregivers. Interesting side note, the “caregiving” wasn’t so much. This fake-care involved herbal remedies, bloodletting, and exposing them to red objects. One prominent 17th-century English doctor realized that those who could afford care actually seemed to be dying at a higher rate than those who couldn’t. Yet that didn’t stop him from telling a smallpox-infected pupil to leave the windows open, to draw the bedsheets no higher than his waist, and to drink profuse quantities of beer. Helpful! This rudimentary understanding of the disease led to what became known as variolation, a very early form of inoculation (warning, this gets a little gross). Variolation involved taking pus or powdered scabs from patients with a mild case of the disease and inserting them into the skin or nose of susceptible, healthy people. Ideally, the healthy people would suffer only a slight infection this way and, in so doing, would develop immunity to future outbreaks. Some people did die, but at a much lower rate than those who contracted smallpox naturally. Practiced first in Asia and Africa, variolation spread to the Ottoman Empire around 1670 and then to the rest of Europe within a few decades. Its first proponent in the present-day United States was Cotton Mather, a Puritan minister best known for vigorously supporting the Salem witch trials (more proof a broken clock is right twice a day). Benjamin Franklin, who lost a son to smallpox, was another early American supporter. But this minor…band-aid of healthcare did little to staunch the destructive flow of smallpox’s havoc. In the 18th century in Europe, 400,000 people died annually of smallpox, and one-third of the survivors went blind. The ‘speckled monster’ as it was colloquially referred to, struck suddenly and viciously. The case-fatality rate varied from 20% to 60% and left most survivors with disfiguring scars. The case-fatality rate in infants was even higher, approaching 80% in London and 98% in Berlin during the late 1800s. But now, around the turn of the 18th century, Dr. Edward Jenner swaggers onto the scientific stage. He was quite the science-y Renaissance man: he studied geology and carried out experiments on human blood. In 1784, after seeing public demonstrations of hot air and hydrogen balloons he Jenner built and twice launched his own hydrogen balloon. It flew 12 miles (yay?). He also spent time studying the cuckoo bird and was the first to publish a paper noting how the cuckoos are giant, lazy assholes who lay eggs in other birds nest to be raised mostly at the expense of the lives of the foster parent-birds own chicks. (Interestingly, while this paper was accepted in many naturalist circles, it was also widely ridiculed. For more than a century, antivax dum-dums used the supposed defects of the cuckoo study to cast doubt on Jenner’s other work.) Anyway, moving on to his most influential discovery, Jenner used the rural legend/rumor/wives tale that milkmaids never developed smallpox because most all were exposed to cowpox (a closely related but much milder virus). In 1796 he found a young dairymaid, Sarah Nelms, who had fresh cowpox lesions on her hands and arms and, using matter from Nelms’ lesions, he inoculated an 8-year-old boy, James Phipps
32 minutes | May 1, 2020
IIT - Episode 1 - We Erupt Onto the Scene!
Please Update Your Subscription! Welcome to the first episode of Interesting If True, the podcast that’s interesting, if not always accurate though we do try to be. I’m your host this week, Jenn, and with me are our panel… I’m Steve, and this past week has reinforced that I’d just about prefer to chew off my own arm than listen to another presidential press conference. I’m Shea and this week I learned that in 20 years our world will be run by homeschooled kids taught by day drinkers. I I’m Aaron and this week I learned that most of a project’s requirements will become apparent to you right before you hit record. Now before I get into the first story of our inaugural episode, I want to give a brief intro of the hosts to bring you up to speed if you are just finding us from our previous iteration. I know it’s really hard to tell the difference in new voices, so maybe this will help. Plus, you’ll be in the know of the occasional inside jokes we affectionately jab at each other’s expense. Starting with Shea, because Aaron has a complex about the double “AA”‘s in his name, not his bra, causing him to be called upon first. We call Shea the Yeti because he’s furry and furtively rarely spotted. Lucky for Shea, he found a mate in a real human woman, took his honeymoon to Ireland and Scotland and is completely colorblind. Aaron is Canadian, has 7 sweettooths(teeth?) and an emergency travel pack of maple syrup, has a hard time with words and letters (both saying and spelling), and all roads lead to either Dune or Dr. Who. He started us on the podcasting path and will find any excuse for a Russian accent. We all consider ourselves pretty skeptical towards the world and its mysteries, but Steve is the extra-pedantic Spock of the group. He has little to absolutely no time for nonsense, is the son of a Baptist preacher and Shea thinks he is older than the oldest dirt. He’s not really, but he did watch the 6 Million Dollar Man in its original run. And I’m Jenn, a refugee from the Deep South and evangelicalism, grew up in a swamp and have a deep seated fear of space, space aliens and monkeys (weirdly, monkeys in space just makes me sad, not scared). Like the worst female stereotype I’m terrible at math and my voice is probably the easiest to pick out, unless Aaron is laughing really hard. It’s high pitched. We all four currently live in Wyoming though none of us are from here, are varying degrees of nerdy, and like most all animals more than most all people. So that’s us and now on to the story! Jenn’s Recipe For Volcanic Pork Possibly the greatest, or at least most potentially dangerous and involved, April Fool’s prank of all time. http://hoaxes.org/af_database/permalink/the_eruption_of_mount_edgecumbe https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Edgecumbe_(Alaska) https://sitkahistory.com/2016/03/the-eruption-of-mount-edgecumbe-april-fools-day-1974/ https://www.iflscience.com/environment/the-greatest-april-fools-day-prank-of-all-time-took-four-years-to-plan-and-involved-a-volcano/ https://www.adn.com/alaska-life/2020/04/06/the-story-of-porkys-rising-alaskas-greatest-ever-april-fools-day-prank/ I had a helluva time deciding on the first tale to spin, because like Scheherazade I’ve got 1,001 of ‘em. But I wanted it to be unique, relatively unknown, fun (or at least not too terribly gross or depressing), and give you all a general idea of the treasure to be found on this podcast feed. So I decided on the true story of Porky’s Rising. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably not that. Let’s begin our story in the Alaskan town of Sitka on April 1, 1974, an obviously more innocent time as you will come to see. The morning starts off clear and beautiful, and the little island city-borough was soon bustling about, but little did the residents know that trouble was a-brewin’. Or technically, a-burnin’. Now the town of Sitka sits in the shadow of a large stratovolcano called Mt. Edgecumbe, which rises thirteen miles to the West. For those of you not in the volcanology trivia club, a stratovolcano is a conical volcano that rises out of the ground. Basically what you picture when you think ‘volcano’, vs an underground caldera. Which, another fun fact, we here in Laramie live next to the largest active volcano in the world, the Yellowstone Caldera. Thrilling! We’ll be the first to die. So anyways, back to the morning of April 1, 1974. As residents began moving about some began to notice a black plume rising from their neighborly volcano. Now, Mt. Edgecumbe had been dormant for approximately 400 years, so this was a cause for some alarm. Photo by resident Harold Wahlman. Not surprisingly residents began to call in to authorities with reports of the ‘oh my god, are we going to die?’ variety. The coast guard was alerted, bringing in the big guns (or at least a helicopter) from Juneau to do surveillance of the apparently awakening mountain. The pilot flew a few passes of the crater, then couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw what was causing the black clouds of smoke. He was staring not at smoldering lava but a huge tire fire and 50ft tall black spray painted letters spelling out April Fools! In the snow. Now, I’m going to back this story up a bit, three years to be exact. That was when WWII veteran (and survivor of the Normandy Beach invasion) Oliver ‘Porky’ Bickar decided life in Sitka had gotten dull. He had lived in the town for 15 years and considered himself quite the prankster and showman. Per the Anchorage Daily News, “He was in the logging equipment business, and his favorite stunt was to cut a tree so that it hit a target on the ground, usually a hard hat.” So yeah, Porky then hatched a plan to convince the residents of his small town that impending doom was upon them. Fun! He began to collect used tires. For three years he schemed and acquired himself quite the pile of discarded rubber tires, roughly 70 or so, which he stored in an airplane hanger. When the morning of that fateful April Fool’s Day dawned bright and clear, he knew his moment had come. From hoaxes.org: “When he woke that morning on April 1, he looked out his window and could see right across the sound. So he looked at his wife, Patty, and said, “I have to go do it today.” She replied, “Just don’t make an ass of yourself.” And weirdly, this seemed to be the sentiment throughout the day. Now what’s a weirdly nicknamed veteran just itching to get 70+ tires up a volcano right meow to do?! Well, he hopped on the horn to several area charter pilots to help him haul his tire stash. Again from the Anchorage Daily News: “Porky rushed to his shop and, after calling multiple helicopter charters, was able to enlist the services of Earl Walker from Petersburg. Although Earl was fog-bound in Petersburg, he was excited by Porky’s idea and said he would be on his way to Sitka as soon as the weather cleared. While waiting, Porky made two rope slings about 150 feet long, each holding 50 old car tires. He also gathered oily rags, a gallon of Sterno, a whole lot of diesel oil, and a dozen smoke bombs– anything and everything that would emit thick, black smoke. Upon Earl’s arrival, and with the help of their accomplices, Larry Nelson and Ken Stedman, Porky and Earl loaded the helicopter and off they flew toward Mt. Edgecumbe. They dropped the tires and incendiaries into the volcano’s crater.” Now remember when I mentioned this was obviously a more innocent time? Well, Porky was responsible enough to alert authorities to his little plan, and not after it was over. Nope, in these ‘very obviously before 9/11’ times everyone thought it was a hilarious lark, even the FAA. From SitkaHistory.com: “When asking the FAA tower for permission to land back in Sitka, Homer Sutter, the air-traffic controller, said, “I’ll bring you in as low and inconspicuously as possible…and, by the way, the son of a gun looks fantastic!” Porky had notified the FAA and the Sitka Police Department, but had somehow forgotten the Coast Guard.“ And that is why the Coast Guard helicopter pilot was one of the first to realize it was a ‘gotcha’ moment. In the most surprising turn of events, the stunt was viewed almost universally as a positive thing. The people of Sitka seemed to be delighted. Even the Coast Guard wasn’t too mad about the stunt. Porky met the Admiral years later at a Fourth of July party. As the Admiral walked over to meet him, Porky was afraid he was going to be chewed out, but instead the Admiral told Porky he thought the prank was classic. From sitkahisotry.com: “News of Porky’s antics in Sitka even reached Jimmy Johnson, Vice President of Alaska Airlines, who called the Sitka station to instruct their departing plane to fly over the mountain, giving their passengers a front-row seat to the spectacle.” Porky’s Sitka, AK logo on his jacket. Porky even designed his own Sitka, AK logo, a jacket with it is housed in the Sitka Museum. The following year Alaska Airlines sponsored an ‘Alaska Brag’ contest, for native Alaskans to submit their biggest feats. Porky of course submitted: “On April Fools’ Day, I hired a chopper and flew 70 old, kerosene-soaked tires on top of the dormant volcano, Mt. Edgecumbe, that looms over Sitka. I set the tires on fire, and the billowing black smoke created one hell of a commotion in Sitka. I dare you to top that April Fools’ joke.” And because Alaska is nuts, he didn’t even win. The winner was The Raven, a bear attack survivor and one of Anchorage’s most prolific drug dealers. But Porky didn’t need to feel too badly, his stunt gained worldwide attention and is still listed among the greatest hoaxes and pranks of all time. His personal favorite response of all came from a Denver attorney in 1980 who, upon the eruption of Mt. S
5 minutes | Apr 17, 2020
Thanks for listening to Waiting 4 Wrath! If you’d like to help us send the show off with a beer and a bang, make sure you join us on YouTube today, April 17th, at 7 pm Mountain (that’s Denver’s timezone) at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIWUNxXMtCQ We’ll be doing a live stream, having a beer and a laugh, and generally chatting for a bit so you should join us! If you’re used to getting your episodes in this feed, please be aware that Interesting If True is its own show and will have a unique feed. You can find all the usual subscription links at https://www.InterestingIfTrue.com or by clicking them here. Interesting If True also has its own social media links! We’ll be posting them on all the current sites of course but you can be the first ones to follow us on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/interestingiftrue or on twitter at https://twitter.com/interestingif Interesting If True, the weekly comedy podcast for beer-swilling, joke-telling, stories, quizzes, and mysteries!
92 minutes | Apr 10, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 283 - The Last One
Welcome, to the last blasphemous episode of Waiting for Wrath; Where we talk about what we’ll fuck up next. Where you might have learned something… we never bet on so… did you? We were never experts and we made no promises, so we’ll see you on the next show — now — let’s play a clip, remember the digression and, some god forbid, keep having a laugh or two. In This Week’s Show, episode 283, we send W4W off with a bang… then a whimper… then a bang… their clips basically. Now, grab a beer and let us know about that god hypothesis — because, while this is another clip show, it doesn’t mean we don’t love you. Shea’s Life Lesson This week I learned that Carol Baskins fed her husband to a tiger. Episode 231 – Tiger Queen Honey is Money Episode 233 – I Know What You Did Last Easter Episode 236 – It’s A Great Place To Hide Your Drugs Episode 243 – Dwile Flonking & Ferret Legging Episode 242 – Big Gay Jim’s Big Gay Quiz Live Stream Friday at 7 pm Mountain. Again, if it helps that’s Denver time. The first episode of Interesting If True will air May 1st. We’re taking a week off to get our ducks in a row. The new show will start with Aaron, Shea, and Steve with the other hosts rotating in. You can find out more, and get social links, at https://www.InterestingIfTrue.com or if you’re the optimistic type you can go sign up for longer shows at https://www.patreon.com/iit! Join The Discussion We’d love to hear from you! To comment on a show or suggest a brew visit our web, twitter or Facebook pages. As always, we’d love to get a good rating on iTunes, Google Play, or Stitcher! Twitter: @4Wrath Facebook: Facebook.com/Waiting4Wrath Web: Waiting4Wrath.com Patreon: http://Patreon.com/W4W iTunes: http://bit.ly/wrathTunes Google Play: http://bit.ly/1VEhtx2 Stitcher: http://bit.ly/wrathStitch Donate to WyoAIDS.org Voicemail: (513) 760–0463
94 minutes | Apr 3, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 282 - The One Were We Introduce Ourselves Again!
In This Week’s Show, episode 282, we wrap up the early 200s with our first trailer for Interesting If True! This week show wraps up clips from episodes 200 roughly 230-ish, and we’re hoping will be the last clip show. We’ve been working pretty hard on Interesting If True, you’ll even find the first trailer at the end of this week’s regular episodes so enjoy that. We’ve got studio equipment distributed and while starting Interesting If True from quarantine might not be our preference, that’s how we’re going to have to roll for at least the first few episodes. Depending on how things go with everybody’s non-COVID-19 related health we may end up doing a clip show again next week. If that becomes the case it will be our last one. Then it’s time for something hopefully, just as fun. We want to thank everybody who listened, supported, and interacted with a show over the years. It’s been a fantastic journey! Clips: Episode 201: patron story (tainted taint) – https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-201 Episode 204: patron story (hidden kinder egg) – https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-204 Episode 205: Hitler-themed hourly communist room – https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-205 Episode 211: the wombat story (square poop discovery) – https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-211 Episode 214: Unicron unicorn – https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-214 Episode 227 – Clit Me – https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-227 Episode 228 – Drag Queen QuiZ – https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-228 Join The Discussion We’d love to hear from you! To comment on a show or suggest a brew visit our web, twitter or Facebook pages. As always, we’d love to get a good rating on iTunes, Google Play, or Stitcher! Twitter: @4Wrath Facebook: Facebook.com/Waiting4Wrath Web: Waiting4Wrath.com Patreon: http://Patreon.com/W4W iTunes: http://bit.ly/wrathTunes Google Play: http://bit.ly/1VEhtx2 Stitcher: http://bit.ly/wrathStitch Donate to WyoAIDS.org Voicemail: (513) 760–0463
98 minutes | Mar 27, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 281 - The One Where We Rehome A Quiz Or Two
Welcome to another blasphemous episode of Waiting for Wrath; Where we talked about whatever the fuck we wanted. Where you might learn something… but you’ll definitely have a laugh. We’re still not experts and we make no apologies for our opinions — so — let’s listen to a discussion, revel in the digression and, some god forbid, have a laugh or two. Or nine. You’re quarantined, no one can hear you doing your best Joker anyway. Now, grab a beer and help us test the god hypothesis — because, while the gods haven’t struck us down yet, they’ve only got a few more chances! In This Week’s Show, episode 281, we run another round of clips, hand-picked from episodes 175 to 200 for your socially distanced pleasure! Shea’s Life Lesson If you run out of toilet paper and don’t feel like sodomizing yourself with a corn cob, cutting a hole in a lawn chair and sitting over your lawn sprinklers will do the trick and encourage your neighbors to go the extra mile in distance themselves from you! Jenn’s Actual Lesson Laramie has officially got its first case of Covid-19 and it wasn’t Jenn. So at least there’s that. Normally we’d run a beer about here but the Covid fears have kept the bar keeps at bay for at least today so I’ll simply say I hope whatever you’re drinking is exactly what you want. As for me, I’m having a maple old-fashioned with Knob Creek Kentucky Bourbon (cask strength) with whiskey barrel-aged Canadian maple syrup over ice and it’s delightful. For a “round table” this week I’ll say that while we weren’t able to get together to record for a variety of reasons, not all of them pandemic related, we did dig into our catalog and put together what is, I think, a pretty solid clip show. At this rate, we’ll have enough backlog for one or two more clip shows before Waiting 4 Wrath is all wrapped up. That said, we will be posting episodes of Interesting If True here shortly. We’ve got some trailers nearly ready that I hope to share soon. We’ll also have a few “concept shows” that I’ll post (free to patrons). They’re essentially recuts of some of our best long-form second halves and quizzes. We do want to use some of the stuff we’ve done for Waiting 4 Wrath recently as it was done with our new direction in mind. Our hope is that we can, very occasionally, use a remastered W4W second half as a show when we need a week off or just as bonus content. We’ll also have some propper new content and episodes of Interesting If True on this feed when they’re ready. Secret message to the patrons, available at http://patreon.com/w4w Anyway, that’s what we’ve got for updates. Enjoy the show! Join The Discussion We’d love to hear from you! To comment on a show or suggest a brew visit our web, twitter or Facebook pages. As always, we’d love to get a good rating on iTunes, Google Play, or Stitcher! Twitter: @4Wrath Facebook: Facebook.com/Waiting4Wrath Web: Waiting4Wrath.com Patreon: http://Patreon.com/W4W iTunes: http://bit.ly/wrathTunes Google Play: http://bit.ly/1VEhtx2 Stitcher: http://bit.ly/wrathStitch Donate to WyoAIDS.org Voicemail: (513) 760–0463
90 minutes | Mar 20, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 280 - The Corona Clip Cabaret Cancellation
In This Week’s Show, episode 280, we’re all in hiding so today’s show is a bit of chatter and a few of our favorite clips! Now, grab a beer and help us test the god hypothesis — because, while Shit Happens (again) we are tempting fate! Shea’s Life Lesson This week I learned that astronauts on the ISS are feeling pretty cocky right now. Jenn’s Actual Lesson [cough] But before we get to all that, let’s have a beer! This Week’s Beer Rye Lagger from Transient Artisan Ales Donated by: Steve-E BA Link: https://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/34258/337320/ BA Rating: 83, 3.76 Style: German Helles ABV: 4% Aaron: 9 Shea: 9 Steve: 8 This Week’s Show Round Table First, a bit about today’s show. Because of the outbreak and various quarantine measures, we’re meeting only briefly to record a few introductory segments. We’ll be running some of our favorite bits from roughly, episodes 150 to 200-ish. Please enjoy! More importantly, the round table is a bit of a different animal this week — it’s for-serious announcement time! I’ll brief you on the details and then we’ll kind of chat about the why and our thoughts. Without further ado, it’s time to rip the band-aid off — we’re ending the show. But before anyone has time for a spit take, I want everyone to rest assured that like a bad STD, we’re not that easy to get rid of. We’ll be back with a new show in short order and you’ll even get the first few episodes on this feed so you can have a test listen, get the pertinent info, and switch to the new feed and new patreon account – wink wink, nudge nudge. We’re ending W4W because it doesn’t necessarily fit with what we want to do anymore. We started this as another entry into the “angry, dirty joke-telling, atheist rant” space and that was a lot of fun for a long while. I for one needed to get some stuff off my chest and this made for a great outlet. More importantly, we had a lot of fun, met a bunch of great people online and IRL, and managed to raise a not-insignificant amount of money for WyoAIDS. All of which I’m calling a fantastic success. That said, in the last year it’s become increasingly difficult to organize recordings, finding stories and doing the “homework” of the show has felt like exactly that, homework. The switch to the new format, which if we’re honest Jenn spearheaded nearly 150 episodes ago, has been a breath of fresh air. I think we’ve all enjoyed the change from rage to whimsey. From terrible people to tantalizing trivia. And most importantly, from poop jokes to… well… less and less of that. So with that in mind, I’m happy to announce that we’ll soon air the first episodes of Interesting, If True. This show will be a bit shorter than W4W with tighter editing, less over talk, fewer 12-year-old jokes, and a whole lot more interesting content. Basically, think of our second halves of late as their own show and you’ve got the idea. Those of you supporting the show will find that you still get additional content from IIT. And if you’ve sent us beer, fear not, we’ll be continuing that tradition as well, if a little less formally — the plan is to enjoy a beer during the opening, comment on it, and then move quickly onto the meat of the show rather than having a dedicated beer review segment. The final product will be a significantly lighter-hearted show that we hope will still be as fun, humorous, and yes, occasionally irreverent. But not so-much-so that you don’t want to share it on Facebook or tell your weird aunt or co-worker about it. And that’s really the goal: to continue to have fun, make people laugh, and this go around, hopefully increasing our listenership beyond what Religion > Other might have allowed which, we hope, will mean more listeners, more patrons, and thereby, more donations to worthwhile causes like WyoAIDS. Who knows, maybe we’ll even try to do a live show or two. Obviously, we’ve got big plans — plans far too big to fit into the mold of our current show In addition to all the aforementioned reasoning, almost everyone on the show has had some pretty major life changes in the last year that make producing a truly rated R show less and less appealing. It’s not that we can’t, obviously, but we’re all raged out and would rather make something that better aligns with our lives as they currently are and are growing to be. So with that, I hope you all feel some better and that we see on our new show. You’ll still get favorites like Shea’s lessons and Jenn’s real lessons, and Big Gay Jim’s Good Gay News, but now you’ll also get more thinkers from Steve and more sensical nonsense from me. Clips: https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-177 https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-178 https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-169 https://interestingiftrue.com/w4w-158 Join The Discussion We’d love to hear from you! To comment on a show or suggest a brew visit our web, twitter or Facebook pages. As always, we’d love to get a good rating on iTunes, Google Play, or Stitcher! Twitter: @4Wrath Facebook: Facebook.com/Waiting4Wrath Web: Waiting4Wrath.com Patreon: http://Patreon.com/W4W iTunes: http://bit.ly/wrathTunes Google Play: http://bit.ly/1VEhtx2 Stitcher: http://bit.ly/wrathStitch Donate to WyoAIDS.org Voicemail: (513) 760–0463
62 minutes | Mar 13, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 279 - The One Where We Lose Our Marbles ... And Nukes!
In This Week’s Show, episode 279, we’ve lost a host - if temporarily - and our joie de vivre for podcast - if intermittently.
55 minutes | Mar 6, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 278 - The One Where Everyone Misses Jenn, Especially You!
In This Week’s Show, episode 278, we queue the patrons I’s, before FIFO-ing our Coronas, after trimming some wonderful ladies beards.
58 minutes | Feb 28, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 277 - The One Where We Discover The Perils Of Japanese Bathrooms
In This Week’s Show, episode 277 I get my soul sucked out through a hole in a Japanese bathroom… by a scary old woman… who made Steve watch…
60 minutes | Feb 21, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 276 - The One Where We Drink and Act Like We Know Things!
I’m the amazing, ailing, Aaron, and in This Week’s Show, episode 176, we are all unwell… He looks absolutely beastly, it’s Shea! Prone to telling long Tales From The Crypt, it’s Steve! And, unfortunately, unable to join us — but in our thoughts are: The delightfully distasteful, Big Gay Jim, And our very own patient zero, the perpetually plagued, Jenn.
66 minutes | Feb 14, 2020
Episode 275 – The One Where We’re Just Look’n To Survive!
In This Week’s Show, episode 275, we dwell on all the fun options nature has to deal with its human infestation problem.
53 minutes | Feb 7, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 274 - The One Where Shea Takes Us To The Zoo!
In This Week’s Show, episode 274, we cook up a banquet of delightfully realish treats to tempt even the most discerning crypto-palet.
59 minutes | Jan 31, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 273 - The One Where We Join Jenn's Quest For Curly-Shea's Gold!
In This Week’s Show, episode 273, we go questing for lost hosts and dig up a big’ol treasure chest of Jenn… chest joke.
49 minutes | Jan 24, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 272 - The One Where Steve and Aaron Nearly Record An Entire Show
In This Week’s Show, episode 272, Steve and Aaron record a buddy-show, because our other buddies bailed on us…
59 minutes | Jan 17, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 271 - The One Where We Shepherd Pharaoh's New World Expedition!
In This Week’s Show, episode 271, we walk like Egyptians… right into a nearby hospital-temple because even the Early Dynastic Period had better healthcare than America does today.
60 minutes | Jan 10, 2020
Waiting 4 Wrath - Episode 270 - The One Where We Read Our Futures In The Great Divide
In This Week’s Show, episode 270, we sit down and hold onto our asses for king, country, and the promise of beers yet to come!
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