Kmele is missing in Mexico (at some obscene resort, we presume, where he's oppressing the locals and ignoring his friends). Moynihan is on vacation with his wee one and has a brutal toothache*...and yet...yet...together with Mr. Matt Welch, the two of them managed the following.

- Stop yer whinging, Justin
- Yeah, we're not going to mention those three letters...
- Assata didn't teach you. But she'll eventually teach your kid!
- You will never be forgiven. Well, unless you have right on politics and murdered someone in the service of a "good cause"
- So what did the Panthers actually believe?
- Wackos on one side? Deplatformed from Twitter. On the other side? A professorship is waiting...
- A smart person objects to a few points of masks
- And even smarter person, with lots of qualifications, has an even more forceful mask objection
- A drunk Bitcoin guy on a flight at 7am
- Prime Day on Pluto
- The dumb objections to Jeff Bezos's cock rocket from loser journalists
- An Asian listener has an offer for Moynihan
- Woody Guthrie, Stalinist stooge and overrated songwriter
- A software solution to shitty journalism?

* Moynihan note: Any incoherence in this episode is a result of the horrible pain that I experienced throughout the recording. Danke.

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