A. Tales of Radio Paranoia is a commentary about radio in the form of parody and satire. Topics/targets may or may not include some of the often-ignored niche realms of pirate, clandestine and non-commercial radio, particularly those with a political, cultural or mysterious slant.
Q. Aren't you...
A. Milhouse? No, we are not and never will be a meme. But we are often mistaken for him/her/it, and are flattered/baffled/disappointed that you would think so highly/unkindly/not at all of us.
Q. Did you remix my audio without my permission?
A. Possibly. Was it offensive? If so, that was probably us. If you liked the remix, it was probably someone else who actually knew what they were doing.
Q. Why do you hate pirate radio?
A. We don't. We love pirate radio. It's the most fun we can have with your pants on. Unless you're Charlie Sheen. We believe it's strong enough to withstand humorous scrutiny of its foibles and parodies of its quirks. Also, after we're done with your pants they should be autoclaved.
Q. You're just that malcontent we banned/chased away.
A. That describes several dozen people. But, no, that's not us. We're still in ur base pwning ur d00ds.
Q. Why are you hurting the pirates?
A. We're not. Carefully remove the log from your eye, the stone from your shoe, the gigantic bug from your rectum and apply soothing ointment between your cheeks. There. A little lower... lower... that's it. Isn't that better? This will usually relieve the self-inflicted butthurt you are mistaking for personal malice directed by outside influences. Now go wash your hands.
Q. You're a nasty, slack-jawed, lip-drooling, knuckle-dragging...
A. Oh, you sweet talker, we bet you say that to all the girls.
Q. So who/what is Radio Paranoia?
A. Radio Paranoia is not so much an entity as it is the manifestation of a collective consciousness of iconoclasts in the classical sense, seeking to restore the integrity of fringe radio through rejection of the icons and idols set up as false gods. Also, propagation stinks, you're using only 10 watts so we can't hear you, and we're bored.
Q. Okay, now I know who you are, you're...
A. Nope, wrong again. But we asked him/her to take credit/blame for this blog in order to sow confusion/love for our amusement/bemusement.
Q. So who is Guise Faux?
A. Guise Faux is a
Q. Hey, so you screencapped my forum post or private e-mail and Photoshopped it just to make me look stupid?
A. Nope. We did it to make you funnier.
Q. This is just some of that "We are Anonymous, we are legion, expect us" bullshit to cover up for one neckbeard in his mom's basement.
A. No. We're closer to namefags, detested by true Anon. But we do have over 9000 penises. Also, GET OUT OF MY MIND, EVIL MONKEY!!!
Q. Did you just edit my last question to suit your agenda?
Q. I'm pretty sure I wrote something els
A. No, you didn't.
Q. Dammit, I know I wro
A. Nope. Moving on...
Q. This is just rhetorical bullshit to cover for one embittered shallow, slack-jawed, lip-drooling, knuckle-dragging, under-achieving, self-loathing...
A. Whoa, take a breath there, sparky...
Q. ...ruinous evil ruiner slandering, ruining and defaming good pir...
A. Pardon our interruption and thank you for calling and
Thank you for your generous and constructive participation. In return we will send you a large bribe in the form of QSL cards for signals you never heard, along with coffee mugs laced with soporifics, refrigerator magnets containing surveillance devices and a t-shirt declaring you to be our property and a tote bag to carry it all in on your way to our comfortably furnished asylum. Oh, yes, and a pennant for Evil Elvis. Have a nice, quiet stay... over there... no, not there, that's reserved for my cronies... nope, that spot is for my sockpuppets... a little farther back, I can still hear you... back-back-back... nope, I can still see you... a little more... keep going until you experience this falling sensation followed by a cold, wet, splashing and drowning sort of sensation and/or sudden stop followed by a brief crushing sensation... okay. That's a good pirate.
Tales of Radio Paranoia staff
Guise Faux - Chief Editor, Propagandist & Instigator
Dea Fauxnette - Associate Editor, Rumours & Graphics
General Shun - DXing Professional Extraordinaire
Hareleg Nuns - World of Rabbitry DXing Adviser
Brown Nose the Pirate - Freelance Substance Abuser
Lauren Sheng - Illustrator
Ewe D. Monica - Adviser on Bliss, Nirvana & Asha
Pheme Ossa - Senior Discordian & Women's Issues Correspondent
Rude Salis - Le Chat Noir
Matt Sludge - The Sludge Report
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