
WHY THE F*CK WE DID THIS.
Let’s just call it what it is: this podcast was inevitable.
And let’s be honest—even Michelle Obama and Shaq have podcasts… and we are not about to let either of those dudes outperform us……

ACTUAL SH*T THAT’S ILLEGAL IN CALI
California’s banned list reads like it was written by someone mid-panic attack in a Whole Foods parking lot.
They’ve outlawed common sense, made masculinity a hazardous material, and turned hardware stores into legal minefields.
But don’t worry—you can still loot a CVS, pitch a tent on a sidewalk, and legally get high, naked, and mildly electrocuted in a “healing workshop.”
Welcome to Actual Sh*t That’s Illegal in California.
A roundup of bans, bullshit, and bureaucratic brilliance—served straight with a foam cup of raw milk.

The Pussification of the American Male
Years ago, my uncle said something that burned into my brain like a cattle brand: “It’s the pussification of the American male...”
Not as a joke. Not as locker room talk. As a dead-serious observation during a raw and honest conversation. And he was right.
We’re watching the systematic unraveling of traditional manhood. And I don’t mean some hokey Marlboro Man caricature. I’m talking about the kind of men who led families, kept promises, stood between evil and innocence, and could gut an elk or a lie without flinching.
That man is now an endangered species. Not extinct, but damn close.

The Quiet Fallout
We used to pray with our kids at night. We used to talk about right and wrong like it mattered more than likes and brand deals. We used to have dinner at the table. We used to have eye contact.
Now it’s iPads and DoorDash. “Dinner” is whatever you eat in the car between practices or while doom-scrolling the news…

The Top 10 Things That Used to Be Normal
Once upon a time, drinking from a hose, riding in the back of a truck, or saying “yes ma’am” weren’t federal crimes—or social ones.
This is your unapologetic list of stuff that built character and now gets you canceled by people who think toughness is toxic.
We remember. And we’re not sorry.