BARSTOOL POLITICKIN' - cries for help from the radical center

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About Us

This is not your nephew. Stop calling us.
This is not your nephew. Stop calling us.

Hi everybody, and welcome to the Internet’s foremost Beltway dive bar.

This slack chat website is the brainchild of notorious subversives (and notorious slackers) Johnny “Cake” Hunter and Terry “Chatterin’ Teeth” (J-Sizzle got first pick of nicknames) Vent.

These guys have been undercover for decades. Some speculate that they were traveling the Pacific Rim, trading inflatable Harold Stassen dolls to the natives for Polynesian weed, but an exhaustive investigation a cursory google search revealed that they were in the witness protection program. They had been in the program since 1983, when they turned state’s evidence in the infamous “we can’t believe it’s not butter” truth in advertising scandal that took down Orville Redenbacher. 

Resting bemused face is no laughing matter

The text messages on the memes you see around the site are all original, but the views they express don’t reflect the viewpoint of anyone you would respect in the morning. Frankly, if you see either of these jokers on the street you should probably just cross to the other side. I think one of them is in a cult, and the other one sells insurance. We can never keep straight which one sold his soul to an evil demagogue, and which one sells flowers at the airport.

Ideologically they are radical centrists. Both have cast ballots in support of chronic losers from both major parties, the occasional third party, and once (I think) for a mollusk. They love The Donald for his comedic potential, but they draw the line at giving him the keys to the launch codes (they’re pretty sure he thinks the Middle East is a poopy head, too).

Plus they suspect he would sell Air Force One to Uzbekistan and put a strip club in the Lincoln Bedroom. Enjoy the madness.


Terry’s parole officer