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Saturday, December 17, 2011

PREMIUM CONTENT - SUBSCRIBERS ONLY: A Grinch Faux News Alert

"Only pretentious annoying hacks like Stephen King would resort to meta-epigraphs."
--Guise Faux






by Grinch Faux
Official Pirate Radio Fun Thief

FCC documents received today by the Tales of Radio Paranoia publishing empire, per Freedom Of Information Act request, clearly indicate "Com...

...plicity in failure to have a healthy sense of humour," said a cowardly anonymous FCC spokesperson, who agreed to this fake interview only under condition of cowardly anonymity. FULL PREMIUM CONTENT ARTICLE AVAILABLE ONLY TO GOLD MEMBER SUBSCRIBERS.





From now on, or until we've driven the wheels off this clown car, access to Premium Content Tales of Radio Paranoia articles will be restricted to Gold Member subscribers only.

We can already hear you clamoring "Geez, Guise, how do I become a Gold Member so that I, too, may enjoy the benefits of Premium Content on pirate radio's finest penny dreadful, yellow journal and dregs-drenched scandal sheet?"

It's simple, Scarlet Pimple! In the comment section below, describe in lurid detail how you have contributed to the destruction of pirate radio! Be sure to list:
  • Fun stolen.
  • Sockpuppets wielded.
  • Buttocks millinery worn.
  • Enemies exposed.
  • Dox dropped.
  • Stations QRM'd.
  • Nasty stations logged in violation of orders.
  • Consorting with Underpants Gnomes.
  • Logging to the wrong website.
  • eQSLs sent via snail mail.
  • Snails sent in lieu of QSLs.
  • Innocents falsely implicated.
  • >Implications implied without green text.
  • Voyages on de Nile.
  • Screeds scanned.
  • Trollercoasters ridden.
  • Angst, ire and U MAD? provoked.
  • Blarg rants per day.
  • Quotes from scripture or Eastern mystics, philosophers, serial killers or Shakespeare hilariously misapplied to blarg rants.
  • Complaints sent to FCC, Industry Canada, Ofcom or RA/AT to silence rival pirate stations.
  • Any other details which might qualify you as an elite pirate radio fun stealer.
  • Number of times you've made scowly-face whilst reading Tales of Radio Paranoia. (You know your face will get stuck that way.)
  • Preferred brand of tissue boxes worn on feet whilst engaged in above activities.
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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Happy Birthday, 9/11

"Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away." -- Abraham Lincoln, Second Inaugural Address



Hey, Li'l 9/11, happy 10th birthday! You're from good stock, and one of Daddy Warbucks' favourite orphans. We radio conspiracy theorists remember you from when you were just a gleam in William Cooper's eye. Ah, the Hour Of The Time - the undisputed king of conspiracy theory radio. I miss that era. Tom Valentine and Radio Free America. Chuck Harder and For The People. Texe Marrs. Bo Gritz. Col. Prouty.

Remember your older siblings? Ruby Ridge in 1992. And 1993 was a big year: the first World Trade Center bombing; Waco and the Branch Davidians. Oklahoma City and the Murrah federal building in 1995. Ah, those were the good ol' days of radio-driven paranoid conspiracy theories and firebrand revolutionary patriotism, before Rudy Giuliani couldn't open his mouth without invoking 9/11, and Alan Jackson hadn't yet become his own South Park parody.

Nine-Eleven, we know you've been shuffled from home to home like a difficult foster child, paraded around like a trophy, and used as an excuse to feed an insatiable war machine. We know you were abused during your formative years. Sorry about that. The presidents kept telling us you got those black eyes from falling down because you were an "awkward kid." Now we know better.

But to make up for all that, America has prepared a great party. We'll be chattering about you all day so we can sell more advertising. Politicians will promise to take you places - well, mostly out of places we don't want to be anymore - but it'll always be "maybe later." And we made all kinds of commemorative gifts.

So, happy 10th birthday, 9/11. Hope you like crap!



"I'm quite surprised that they have not as yet released their 9/11 line of commemorative coins, plates, tee shirts, souvenir spoons and jewelery!" --18 August 2011, salon.com reader



Oh, nice going, internet. Look what you made HSN do:

Home Shopping Network pimps commemorative coin.

One ounce of silver for for only $139.95? And they donate $10 to the National September 11 Memorial and Museum? Such a deal.


There are even tutorials online with tips for patriotic people who are interested in collecting 9/11 coins. I'll summarize the salient bits of each tutorial:
  1. Buy enough genuine silver or gold 9/11 commemorative coins or medals to make the effort worthwhile. At one ounce each, a dozen should do nicely.
  2. Stack them with a small sheet of archival paper between each coin, and wrap the stack in an archival paper wrapper - available from any numismatist.
  3. Slip the wrapped stack of 9/11 commemorative coins into a corrosion resistant stocking - available from fine gun dealers.
  4. Visit a nearby engineering college or convenience store.
  5. Hand the stocking full of wrapped coins to the first dark-skinned man you see at the engineering college or convenience store.
  6. Politely ask the man to swing the stocking around like a bolo and smack you upside the head. Repeat until the sensation of being a sucker disappears.

Or, for the real pirates among you, how about the Nine-Eleven Commemorative Ship of Freedom©. At nearly 13 feet long, 8 feet tall, and 4 feet wide, it's large enough to accommodate remote piloted technology to sail unmanned to Somalia, along with a cargo of enough plastique to help combat the scourge of the cowardly non-broadcasting pirates who are ruining priate radio, and who have stupid nicknames like Big Mouth, White Butt, Small Butt, Butt Butt, Silver Tooth, Red Teeth, Butt Tooth, Abdi the Liar, Said the Tedious, Hizbal Zarhirtin, Krackwhore the Snitch, Brown Nose the Pirate, Yuuz Trollan and Imnaught Trollan.

But how about an alternative to those tacky commemoratives? Support homegrown hare-orism. Buy some WBNY t-shirts with satellite tracking targets, refrigerator magnets with mind control emitters, and QSLs that double as get-out-of-asylum-free cards. Be sure to ask for the Guise Faux special with the giant "WE HEART BLOGGERS" logo. Send the money you saved directly to the most deserving memorial fund. No matter what, you'll always be our favourite sucker real American hero.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Spider Hole Floods. Commander Bunny Flees Outer Banks

Once again ToRP thanks our guest correspondents, without whom the rumoursphere would be much less... spherical. --GF



The Sludge Report - by Matt Sludge


(Rooters - 26 August 2011)

Frizzy Head Tells Kracker And Bunny,"Bismallah! Screw You Guys,I'm Going Home!"

A major breach between the forces of Commander Bunny and Muammar "Frizzy Head" al-Gaddafi occurred late Friday night on Hatteras Island, NC.

The Bunny, suffering from an intense fear of burrow flooding, bugged out on the shoulders of his faithful Lieutenant Kracker in a bass boat bound for a hideout just north of the Great Dismal Swamp.

Frizzy Head, enraged by their desertion, spoke through an interpreter, "I've spent decades trying to bring down the United States through my minions, the Rodent Revolution. While I appreciate the use of the emergency hutch during the troubles in my own country, this desertion cannot be forgiven.

"I declared a Line of Death from east of the Currituck Sound to the Beaufort Inlet, to defend these two cowards. At the first sign of tiny storm they flee like running dogs. Bismallah! Screw these guys, I'm going home!"

Colonel Frizzy Head, boarding a helicopter bound for a Raleigh, NC. airport, where a jet awaited to take him to his home in Sirte, Libya, declared "I'll take my chances against NATO rather than deal with those two lying sons of donkey's again!"

In related news, Pat Murphy, Pirate Radio Expert Deluxe, reported that his bass boat had been stolen as he was preparing to evacuate from his Outer Banks home.

Local responders said Murphy was ranting about a poet and giant rabbit when they arrived.

Due to the state of emergency on the Outer Banks, Murphy was sedated and evacuated to his home in Virginia.

Bub Johnson, a local resident who witnessed the event,said Murphy was babbling about "lying poets, hutches, his socks, and calling for a long lost love with a wart on his forehead."

Johnson declared, "I always thought the boy was squirrelly. Now I know he was plain nuts!"

(This reporter hopes Murphy can recover both his boat,his lost love and his sanity.)

More to follow.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Emergency Hutch in Virginia Piedmont Falls in Earthquake! Bunny Escapes With Grenade,Vows to Fight On

This was too good to be buried in the 8/11/11 comments section. Thanks, Matt Sludge, whoever you are! --GF

by Matt Sludge

(Rooters, 24 August 2011)

Commander Bunny's back-up hutch,overlooking a lake in the Virginia Piedmont, was totally destroyed Tuesday afternoon in an earthquake that rocked the mid-Atlantic region. The Bunny and his band of loyal followers, had been in hiding at the emergency hutch since being outted earlier in the summer pirate wars.

Commander Bunny,at first believed to have been killed in the quake,was later seen posting on the FRN about the possibility of Hurricane Irene swamping his spider hole in the dunes of the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The Bunny vowed in a private email to fight his enemies "From the dunes of Kitty Hawk, to the frozen fields of Kalamazoo!"

Among the casualties at the hutch listed in the email were Mosby, Beans, Thumper, lovemyradios, Bob Smith and a host of others.

The Bunny was said to have been pulled free of the debris by his loyal Lieutenant, Kracker, who some speculate only saved the Bunny in order to have something to eat in the aftermath of the disaster.

Pat Murphy,Pirate Radio expert deluxe, when contacted for his opinion on the collapse of the hutch responded, "Hatch? Hatch? You mean that Oren Hatch fella from Utah? Great guy. Met him when I was working for the Governor of Montana. Hey! You damned kids get off of my grass! Yeah, you may look like a third grader, but I know it's you Radio Bob. Trying to get my... I mean Billo's... I mean Commander Bunny's Grenade!"

In related news,the Bunny and Kracker were reportedly seen fleeing the collapsed hutch with a North African man they referred to only as "Frizzy Head".

More to follow as reports come in.


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