Twelfth season finale! And whew... we barely pulled this off. Looking forward to a break and, if I’m lucky, less talking, talking, and more listening to the wind, the water, the fire, and things that matter.

On the road again, we discuss what we’re leaving, where we’re going, and how the ecotone between the two has been treating us. And then... we talk about other things that I’m not remembering. I look forward to listening to this one myself!

Busy time for us, but here’s what we’ve got. How to be an anti-anti-anti-racist.

With the soft music of gumby’s abbreviated coughs and productive nose blowing in the background, we take you on a journey through Teresa’s gaulded a-hole into exploited children, Marxist perverts, hitchhiking red flags, Nazi Reading Hours for children, and spoilers on a couple of shows. Our time indoors continues. Leave your souls at the door.

We’ve been indoors for a week and we’re feeling all kinds of out-of-sorts so... I don’t even know what the hell we were trying to talk about for a lot of this episode. And that’s the kind of hot mess that this is. Enjoy!

We pick up where we left off two years ago with the buddha’s Great Departure from the kingdom in his quest for liberation, and end at his first great understanding of The Middle Way.

Broadcasting from our little cloud of stink, we celebrate signs of Spring, cycles within cycles within cycles, the Way of the Wasp, tire sandals, pine carpeting, frigging, Dun, coffee filters, and we sprinkle it all with a touch of Cedar Fever! Our mental bowel movement here is assisted by Andy Ward, Tom Brown Jr., Daniel Quinn, the Hairy Potter, Charlie Cheon, Samuel Thayer, Tom Elpel, Rufus, Rerun, Martin Lawrence, Albert Camus, Terrence K. Williams, the Kalahari Bushmen, Laurens van der Post, the CryptoNaturalist, and many others, and I’m sure they couldn’t all be prouder! Bing.

Doin’ some f$ckin’ spring cleanin’, y’all. Catharsis for the shadows in our souls... we purge, we f$cking puurrrgggge!

We’re surviving Imbolc. This week has sucked, y’all. This week sucks so much, if we’d put it to work at a truck stop we’d be rich. We celebrate Sherlocke’s birthday, remember T’s dad, Mike, and g’s mom, Nancy, discuss our whispering demons, and oh, here’s how to hard-boil eggs: Cover eggs with water, bring to a boil, remove from boil and let sit for 12 minutes, drain, then run eggs under cold water. Ta-daaa...

S’aponin, essays? What’choo want? We got quotes; we got William Shatner, Vernor Vinge, John Trudell... You like thinking? Or thinking about thinking? Well, we think about Fermi’s Paradox, chasing dreams, sarcasm, hell, we thinkin’ thoughts we never thunk before! No? Maybe you one ‘o them evil nerds inventing us into oblivion. Well we got ramblins for the Nerds of Hell too; we got the Singularity, EMPs, Forever Chemicals, we got deep fakes, Deep Voodoo, which all puts us in deep sh$t. And stick around till the end- we even gots Asian girls doing “bush craft” with their tiny hands after dark... listen now! Tom Waits for no man! We got a little something for ever’body and their half brothers!

Little bit of Ayn Rand and Diogenes, little bit of M3GAN and The Northman. I share some of the many things I’m learning and experimenting with regarding bushcraft cleaning, Teresa discusses a plane crash in Nepal and the passing of an elder, and Sherlocke don’t discuss squat.

We ring in the New Year with burning plastic and blowjob spots! Welcome to season twelve. Stick around and learn you a little something about van repair, the power of tripods, how to survive a mini Ice Age, public shaming for non-compliers, the benefits of hunger, and there may even be a Hooters calendar. All this and more, this week on... Escaping Society...

Happy Thanksgiving and Friday of Color, y’all! We battle against the interference of a weed high that got right on top of us and technical difficulties, maybe from the Technological Singularity itself. We do a thorough book report on Weinstein and Heying’s “A Hunter-Gatherer’s Guide to the 21st Century”, apologize to Gabby Petito and for our “Hobo Buddy Burner” YouTube video, share comments from our YouTube channel (even the ones with negative condensation), and give deep thanks for unrepeatable days, winter boots, freedom (and justice!), Rambo, and eachother. Season finale here, folks. Eleven seasons. And the “escaping society” experiment continues...

We do a book report with dramatic readings from “Gender Queer”, quote Henry Rollins, Tim from Maine, and Shannon from Creedmoor, talk about racism, racism, and more racism, the reincarnation of grass mats, outwoking the woke, how to be hated, and gumby announces his bid for president 2024 on a Dark Age platform with his new preferred pronoun- spitting.

A thick piece of fluffy white bread... “It’s the dramatic return of your friend from afar, Mike H.!”... and a thin crusty heel of bread on top, mustard optional.

We go digging into the past to research the origins of where our current cultural views of sex and gender come from. Alfred Kinsey, the father of sex, and John Money, the father of gender. Listen, and then you decide... IS ALL “love” “good love”?

We just let ourselves talk for as long as we felt like it. Our conversation took us into Subway, 2,500 years back in time, across the sea to China, past Smugville, into another look at Bernays, old white men, and Alone... where they’re killing the poor white weasel. We even take a stab at answering that question only puzzling to our modern culture, what is a woman? So build your cabin, tighten your belt, and see how long you can hang without hitting that red button.

Here. We discuss farts... again... I know, I know, but YOU try living in a van with an old dog and a girl from OH and see if farts are not a big part of life. We also share an article about a woman warning against van life, and then spend the rest of the episode discussing views that we have changed since we started the podcast. Trigger warning for sensitive listeners. There’s even a wild Persimmon orchard along the way!

Teresa recaps her trip up to OH to visit family, we discuss the disease of the mind spreading through our society, and some other stuff...

All by my lonesome... I ramble on. When the looord made meee... he made a raaamblin’ man.