Matt discusses his disdain for the abundance of comic book movies and prepares to give his thoughts on the controversial Brett Kavanaugh situation... only to be interrupted by a rogue, conspiracy-spouting, tin-foil-hat-wearing fellow podcaster.
As I'm sure many people know, I'm a die-hard Philadelphia Flyers fan, and with that comes an ingrained hatred of the the Flyers' cross-state rivals, the Pittsburgh Penguins. As far as Flyers fans are concerned, Penguin public enemy number one is their crappy mustache growing leader, Sidney Crosby. He has always been pretty easy to hate. He has scored countless big goals in his career, including this one in the 2010 Olympics in which he tore out the collective hearts of every person in the United States and stomped on them with his Reeboks. But lately, there have been many examples of Sid being a good guy, like this one from yesterday's all-star game, and frankly, I don't like it. Me realizing Sidney Crosby is a nice guy is not unlike hearing that Hannibal Lecter volunteers at the local animal shelter on weekends when he's not eating census takers. Sure he's a cold blooded (Flyer) killer, but damn it, it if he isn't a quality human being who s
The identity of Jack The Ripper is one of history's great mysteries. A monster who stalked and viciously killed women in London's Whitechapel district taking six victims in the late 1880s then managed to elude capture. It's a case that will likely remain unsolved entirely, but I think I may have cracked another important aspect of the case: why did he* stop killing. *(I say he, but there are some pretty compelling arguments into the crimes having been committed by a woman posing as a nurse, The key to that argument is she could have posed as a mid-wife which would have allowed her to walk around Victorian England in bloody clothes without raising suspicion.) Jack The Ripper wrote a series of letters to Scotland Yard in which he taunted authorities. I was reading a book that featured one of the letters — the famous "From Hell" letter, the killer's final letter — when something hit me. Here, read it for yourself: From hell. Mr Lusk, Sor I send you half the Kidn
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