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23.04.2025
The Joe Rogan Invariance

What a fucking knuckle dragger Joe Rogan is. Out of the last one hundred podcasts he's released, he's had a woman on three times. The rest have included his usual misogynistic selection of unfunny comics, Neo-Nazis, Zio-Nazis, corrupt billionaires and deranged lunatic conspiracy theorists.

Here's a list of some particularly retarded fuckwits from the last one hundred episodes: Bret Weinstein (spelt the same way as Harvey Weinstein, so why is he pronouncing it differently?), JD Vance (numbnut weirdy-trimmed-beardy hillbilly vice president), Gad Saad (pretend intellectual and cheerleader for genocide), Mark Zuckerberg (faulty A.I. skinjob), Jordan Peterson (compulsive Canadian room tidier), Bert Kreischer (a fucking heart attack waiting to happen), Elon Musk (richest parasite on the spectrum), Mike Baker (Joe's most regular guest and CIA handler), Lex Fridman (monotonous monotone mumbler), and the King of all the Imbeciles, Donald J. Trump.

Fuck me, how is this the most popular podcast on the planet? What a crock of utter shit to be wasting your time on. Hours and hours and hours and hours of utterly mindless drivel interspaced with adverts for products that you'd have to be out your goddamned mind to buy.

Everything about Joe Rogan stinks of shit. A stocky little unfunny dwarf with a fat belly, bald head and a bunch of piss poor, spur of the moment tattoos on the kind of muscly arms you see on other podgy little fat men hanging off weight machines at the local gym.

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