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It’s a good day to eat “Intellectual Froglegs”

by Vanderleun on July 30, 2017

Cutting edge and hilarious political commentary by the greatest, moderately groomed, hillbilly since Davy Crocket, Joe Dan Gorman.

If you don’t follow this hillbilly now, you should. Kudos to Joe Dan on his fifth anniversary.

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Dr. Jay July 30, 2017, 12:50 PM

Love this guy! Yes, I said it!

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Nori July 30, 2017, 1:32 PM

Joe Dan is one lovable good ‘ole boy. This 5th Anniversary episode is pure entertainment,from the beginning right thru to the end of the credits. As always,the soundtrack is a perfect fit;where else would you hear John Carpenter’s theme from “Escape From New York” play so fittingly in the background?
The Branco cartoon is hilarious-he looks like Joe Dan’s Korean cousin, Kim-Jong Gorman.

Would love to see him as WH Press Secretary,even for just one day. The Press Corps would be rendered catatonic.

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Ron Robertson July 30, 2017, 10:35 PM

Wonderful!
Thank you for your ears and eyes and Taste.
I am a long time reader in Melbourne Australia, 1953 Vintage, like you, a lifetime learner.
I can feel your warmth from here.
Love, Ron.

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Joe Dan Gorman August 1, 2017, 12:27 AM

Thanks for the awesome commentary guys

God bless

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