#37 – The Clinton/Sanders Divide, Faisal Saeed Al-Mutar on Islam

We’re back! PaleoRadio returns with a few temporary changes! Joe will be hosting a LIVE show at WPRR studios  from 2p-3p EST as Jeremiah will regularly call in to update us on #TeamTinyDancer & his family.

(Special thank you to Dave Edwards of Wayward Atheists for calling in!)

1.) Hillary Clinton/Bernie Sanders Divide
(http://tinyurl.com/j9zm3mm) (http://tinyurl.com/zm2j89l)

2.) Dave Rubin interviews Faisal Saeed Al-Mutar on Islam & the Liberal Left
(http://tinyurl.com/hld9ebu)

3.) Jeremiah in studio: Team Tiny Dancer update

4.) Brexit: a short discussion. We’ll cover this further next week!
(http://tinyurl.com/hhhzwc4) (http://tinyurl.com/hbf8awm)

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#35 – Civil War in GOP (and DNC)! Facebook Censors Conservatives?

At last! After Joe hosted PaleoRadio LIVE and Jeremiah returned from Palm Springs, California, the boys reunited for this truly astounding Episode #35!

– 92,000 ALREADY Affected by Climate Change!
(http://tinyurl.com/jkmrwoj)

– Civil War in the GOP (and DNC)?
(http://preview.tinyurl.com/z6jx5pq)

– Are Syrian Refugees “Economic Migrants”?
(http://preview.tinyurl.com/j6rzyws)

– Is Facebook Censoring Trending Conservatives?
(http://preview.tinyurl.com/jv4ocx3) (http://preview.tinyurl.com/gtsyxl4)

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#34 – LIVE w/ Ed Brayton (Patheos) & Justin Schieber (Real Atheology)

Joe hosts Ed Brayton of Patheos & Justin Schieber or Real Atheology LIVE at WPRR studios in Grand Rapids! Jeremiah also calls in from Palm Springs!

1.) 2016 Elections, Trump

2.) Real Atheology, Justin’s Goals

3.) Atheism’s always right? Climate Change

4.) Jeremiah update: Palm Springs weather, his dope new
hat, Team Tiny Dancer, & his recent appearance
Dogma Debate!

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#33 – Are Atheists CRAZY? Saudi Arabia’s Role in 9/11

Jeremiah & Joe bring you a variety of topics this week! They delve into religion, political conspiracies, execution methods, and good ol’ fashioned Blue vs. Red banter. Thanks for checking out PaleoRadio!

– Are Atheists CRAZY & Religious People Dim?
(http://tinyurl.com/juhklg2)

– How the U.S. Covered Up the Saudi Role in 9/11
(http://tinyurl.com/hoga6mu)

– 10 Horrific Methods Of Execution (We’re Looking at you, Donald!
(http://tinyurl.com/zhxvf75)

– Liberals are From Mars, Conservatives are from Venus
(http://tinyurl.com/zrpn9k3)

 

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#32 – Breaking up the Banks, America’s Whites Only Weed Boom

Finally! Your wait is over! The guys deliver (yet again) an episode of magnificent proportions! And don’t forget to check out the articles linked below the topics!

– Panama Papers

(http://tinyurl.com/j657rja) (http://tinyurl.com/h4fg8af)
(http://tinyurl.com/jxvk24h)

– Breaking up the Banks!
(http://tinyurl.com/h2h8qvo)

– America’s White Weed Boom
(http://tinyurl.com/zee3tuh)

– Can a Conversation Change a Voter’s Mind?
(http://tinyurl.com/j5qo496)

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#29 – The Governing Cancer of our Time, Study Says Homeopathy Doesn’t Work

Joe & Jeremiah deliver an episode  of epic proportions! Grab your favorite bag of buttery popcorn, this may be their best show yet!

1.) Ex-CIA chief says military will disobey Donald Trump
(http://tinyurl.com/gwkve9j)

2.) Large-scale study shows homeopathy is no more effective than placebos
(http://tinyurl.com/z9s5ywo)

3.) Lt. Col David KilCullen says no ISIS without Iraq war
(http://tinyurl.com/jvydkfa)

4.) “The Governing Cancer of Our Time” by David Brooks
(http://tinyurl.com/gm47v2r)

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PR Exclusive (Interview Edition): The Zachrilege cast Interview

In a PaleoRadio special, Joe & Jeremiah are interviewed by Zachrilege Cast, hosted by our good friend & colleague, Zach Law! The interview covers:

  • Joe & Jeremiah’s religious pasts
  • How the two of them became friends
  • The origin (and m.o.) of PaleoRadio
  • Intense discussion about the Flint Water Crisis
  • An emotional update about #TeamTinyDancer
  • & much, much more!

And if you’d rather watch the interview, here it is on YouTube!

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#27 – Justice Ginsburg & Justice Scalia’s Friendship, Ken Ham vs. Sunday Assembly

Jeremiah & Joe bring the noise as they tackle more current events in politics, religion, & culture!

– Donald Trump Goes After The Bush Family in South Carolina
(http://tinyurl.com/javag4r)

– Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s Tribute to her friend Antonin Scalia
(http://tinyurl.com/jsn2qe5)

– Intelligent Design Without a Creator?
(http://tinyurl.com/j6qa2yl)

– Ken Ham goes after Sunday Assembly
(http://tinyurl.com/guszljh)

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2,000 Years of London History in 2 Hours… on a Tour Bus.

After waking from a good night’s sleep following our memorable walk near the London Eye, we grabbed some breakfast at Thyme Restaurant and scrambled our way into the London rain in hopes of landing The Original Tour London Sightseeing bus for their so-called red line; this would take us by such hot spots as the Tower of London, Lambeth Palace, Trafalgar Square (a major tourist stop!), the Royal Courts of Justice, Buckingham Palace and St. Paul’s Cathedral, just to name a few! And it was a hop-on/hop-off tour bus, so we could get out and visit any of the sights we happened to pass by.

Our bus was really cool, having two levels and with half of the top level being entirely exposed — no windows, no roof! The kids were so excited to ride up top… well, for about a solid five-minutes, anyway! Even if it hadn’t started raining (again), we’d have been forced down below by the frigid London winds!

Underneath was spacious, featuring rows of seats, some facing each other with a table in the middle allowing riders to talk, read, or even to eat. There were also earphone jacks in case anyone wished to listen to the pre-recorded tour guide tell tales about sights the bus was passing by.

Roads are afterthoughts for 2,000-year-old cities — they don’t have the grid system Americans have grown accustomed to — so traffic was winding to and fro through narrow lanes dividing one ancient building from another, with cars & cabs continually veering in and out of traffic, each huddled within a foot of one another at stop lights; and, of course, they were all driving on the left side of the road! It was the starts & stops, however, that had our guts turning inside out. Downtown traffic on the tour never went over 30 mph but every driver seemed as quick to the gas as they were to the breaks! This was especially frightening for us when we were nice & warm (with windows and a roof) in the front row of the bus’s upper level! Every stop looked as though the bus was going to climb atop the back of the automobile ahead of it, and we couldn’t help but to be worried whenever the bus was approaching someone on a bicycle or motor scooter!

At some point, Ambrose, Teresa, and Athanasius fell asleep. We still hadn’t gotten over jet lag and Athanasius was still sick, so we let them close their eyes. Sami stayed awake, though, gazing beyond the raindrops on the window to see the beautiful buildings, the stunning imperial statues, and even students exercising in the courtyard of the City of London School for Girls. She was in awe, spellbound, entirely taken by all of it!

“London is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, Mama! These building are so ancient! I wish we could live here so that I could see them every day!”

I agreed, and I’ve seen many major American cities. Whether to live, to go to school, or just to visit, I’ve traveled a lot over the years, at least within the contiguous United States. Sticking only to a handful of prominent cities, I’ve seen the streets of Chicago, Illinois; Time Square (viva Fleet Week!) in New York, New York; the historical buildings and monuments in Washington, D.C.; even the skylines of Seattle, Washington, and Vancouver, British Columbia. Add to these cities like Harrisburg, Pennsylvania; Tulsa, Oklahoma; Salt Lake City, Utah; Las Vegas, Nevada; and Los Angeles, California, including Beverly Hills and Hollywood. These are all beautiful metropolitan areas, each with their own uniqueness and charm; but none of these cities are 2,000 years old; most of their structures are made from glass & steel, not brick, stone and marble. And the statues we saw in London were predominantly realistic, most having to do with royalty, the military and religion, and all symbolizing triumphs & defeats in the games of God and war. There’s something to America’s design — especially for a culture hell-bent on all things mechanical, moving, and modern — but there was something mystifying about the old palaces, the walls, bridges, and castles. While I don’t wish to ruin the topic of a future post, allow me to say this much: I envy the Brits’ connection to the past, the way that even their architecture lands them within their own history, within the democracy of their dead. Good or bad — and there’s plenty of terrifying and tragic stories being told by the tour guides! — it’s part of the air they breathe, like fish in the familiar habitats of ancient rivers! Profundity all around, even to the fault of feeling entirely accustomed to the fact.

After casting our stares at the Marble Arch, Sherlock’s Baker Street, the HMS Belfast, Shakespeare’s Globe, and the world-famous Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain “Eros” statue near (my favorite statue in) Trafalgar Square, our tour bus returned to the stop from whence we got on-board. The kids were starving… and still so tired! Plus, it was already sunset, the gelid weather was penetrating our coats and shoes, and both Sami & Ambrose complained that their feet were wet and numb. (Not good, especially when we’re already taking serious precautions to keep any of them from getting sick.) So food it was, again at Thyme — and don’t worry yourselves, I promise to write about our fun adventures with British food in a future post!

With sniffly noses and tummies full of food, we resigned to yet another early night dozing off to political talk on the BBC about what the U.K.’s military involvement ought to be against ISIS in light of the terror attacks in Paris, France. Fading into dreamland, I thought to myself: there’s nothing quite like the late-night realization that while our day may have been cut short by exhaustion and weather, there were others not far away whose entire lives were cut short in acts of terror committed by fanatical members of a religious death cult… we were grateful to be alive, the family all tucked-in and sound asleep in preparation for tomorrow’s Paddington Station, where we’ll be hitching a train ride to Cardiff, Wales… home to The Doctor Who Experience museum!

From the aftermath of a wish-come-true!
Jeremiah “The Paleocrat” Bannister

All We Need is Family, Friendship, and Love

“Can we go on a walk, Papa? Just me and you?”

The kids had been on the edge of their seats all day, looking out the window for any sign that the storm had abated. Every flash of light was “definitely the sun!” and any amount of silence in the hotel room was a sure indication that the storm clouds were done drenching the streets of London. But Mother Nature didn’t let up, at least not until the kids were fast asleep for the night… all the kids but one.

Sami had been like Winnie-the-Pooh all day, going with the flow, enjoying even the mundane — “We’re actually really in London, Papa!” — but she isn’t immune to boredom… and time was ticking fast!  Turns out, too, that it was a small window of opportunity earlier in the day that precipitated her ambition to get out of the hotel. The rain had let up that afternoon just long enough for us to check out the souvenir shop up the road and to eat some delicious Indian food around the corner from the Premier Inn London Waterloo Hotel where we were staying. It was freezing cold and the light rain was irritating on the face but we needed to get out, and we needed lunch! But it wasn’t the Public School English, the £s or pence, or even the streets cluttered with “Look, Mr. Bean’s car!” that got her excited to wander. No, it was our fleeting pass by the Coca-Cola London Eye, and that’s what she wanted to see, like, yesterday!

After a flurry of getting dressed & ready, grabbing my Navy-issued pea coat along with Sami’s Doctor Who scarf and blanket, the two of us were out the door and into the darkness of London nights. The streetlights were all lit up as the sun sets right around 4 p.m. Greenwich Meantime (GMT); and the hustle & bustle of cars and cabs hadn’t slowed down one bit since we ate lunch! People were walking around everywhere, chatting it up, eating at well-lit (and warm!) restaurants, even smoking hookah. All of this was done within a maze of ancient structures built of stone and of brick, constructed with an obvious preference for pedestrians — cars weren’t invented yet. Then, after a quick left, a cool (and instructive) London crosswalk, and a mad dash to the right, we arrived at The London Eye… or at least the gardens surrounding it.

By this point The Eye was closed for the night but it was still lit up, reflecting beautifully over the River Thames; and the Frostival ice-skating rink was also winding down. Large tour boats were done for the evening, moored to grungy, river-tried docks. The skyline was stunning, though, with Elizabeth Tower (aka Big Ben) just to the other side of the Thames.

“I heard Big Ben ring 11 times!” Sami said, “that means it’s 11 o’clock!”

11 o’clock! It was getting late, and we hadn’t eaten dinner yet! We decided to look around for somewhere to eat, preferably somewhere warm, with a good menu, and with reasonable prices. Turns out, that’s a tall order in London, especially when you’re playing with American dollars — the exchange rate sucks! Place after place was either too costly or the wrong kind of food, so we made our way through Jubilee Gardens — where we’d later see some fantastic street performers! — to the bridge that would take us across the river.

It seemed like a great idea… until the rain began to fall.

We were naive when we left the hotel room; we were sure to grab our coats and scarves but we hadn’t put a moment’s thought into buying an umbrella! The bridge wasn’t far and the wheelchair was going as quickly as it (safely) could, but the winds and the chilly rain were a force to be reckoned with! By the time we made it to cover, we were drenched from head to toe, laughing nervously that while we just enjoyed some good old-fashioned heart-racing fun, we were playing with fire. Sami is on chemo and getting sick would slam the brakes on her trip, probably even landing her in a local hospital for monitoring. I was terrified but Sami was insistent: “We can’t stop! We have to eat dinner!”

Our elevator opened to the Golden Jubilee Bridge, revealing an entirely new perspective on what we’d be oohing and ahing at down below! The bridge was wide, running parallel to a passenger train whizzing by every now and again, and there were a lot of people walking it. Business people, love-drunk couples, teenagers and tourists, all walking briskly, all talking rapidly, and all dry under their umbrellas! We listened to catch the different languages and accents — there were tons of them! — and we took note of different fashion trends, styles familiar and unfamiliar to the American eye. About halfway across the bridge, shivering with smiles on our faces, we admitted the obvious: the Golden Jubilee Bridge is a pretty long bridge! So after swaddling her up nice and tight in a blanket and giving her my pea coat for protection from the cold & rain, we turned back to settle on a restaurant we’d passed 15-minutes before.

The walk back was more intimate, no longer so focused on what we hadn’t seen before. We talked about what this trip meant to us, what we hoped we’d gain from it, and what we longed to do with our lives. She told me that she loves Grand Rapids but that she wishes she had more friends to spend time with on a regular basis; that she’s happy with our new home but longs to see cities around the USA and the world; and then she said:

“Please never leave me, Papa. I know that I’ll never leave you.”

I stopped dead in my tracks; the misty rain and everyone walking by seemed to be in slow-motion! All of a sudden London wasn’t so big; in fact, it was really small, made up of no more than the space surrounding her & I on that beautiful bridge. She listened with trustful eyes as I promised I’d never leave her or the family, that I’d always remain by her side; I reminded her of the frightful nights at Helen DeVos Children’s Hospital, of those difficult days at Mary Free Bed Rehabilitation Hospital, and of the tumultuous times where I advocated with all my might for her, for her dreams and for her dignity! Then I got down on my knee, looked her in the eyes, and told her what I’ve felt for so long now: “Samantha, you are better than Papa. You are greater than me in almost every way. I would die for you! I would jump in front of a bullet to save your life! Because Papa will die one day, but you are the future! You’re going to change the world, sweetheart, and that’s something I can’t wait to see, even more than all the beautiful and majestic things in London!”

With a quiver in her lip and tears welling up in her eyes, she looked at me and said, “We don’t need God, Papa; all we need is friends, family and love.”

After another 10 belly-grumbling minutes in the cold, we finally decided on an Asian eatery… which just so happened to be the first restaurant we passed after leaving the hotel! The food was expensive and not too good — “They don’t have that thick, red sweet & sour sauce like in the United States!” — but we were warm, and our stomachs were finally full of food! (Mission accomplished!)

Retracing our walk, we made it back to the Premier Inn, excited to get out of our soaking wet clothing — I never did get my coat back, btw! — and into the warm hotel room with a Hypnos bed awaiting our arrival! On the elevator ride up to our floor, Sami said, “Thank you for the walk, and thank you so much for talking to me. I really love you with all my heart — more than you’ll ever know; and even though we didn’t get to go on the London Eye today, I had the best night. It really is like a dream come true.”

To which I replied, “I wouldn’t have changed a thing, baby.”

(To be continued…)

Standing proudly in her shadow,
Papa Paleocrat

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