I was listening to this in the morning and I nearly split my kishkes.
(*Goy alert*, that's Yiddish for 'guts', like I busted my guts laughing.)
Therefore you have to listen to the whole thing, the most edifying of which was Steyn's definition of the environmental movement ("the sentimentalized, fetishization of primitivism, where Justin Trudeau would have no hair conditioner").
I MEAN LIKE SERIOUSLY OH MAH GAWD FUNNY. I'M DYING!!
And then he went on a short tear about our pretty, pansy boy, trust fund, PAY FOR MY NANNIES YOU PEASANTS Prime Minister.
I'd totally, for real and not for joking rather listen to Mark Steyn and hang out with Marvin than any of the climate douchebags but those douchebags want to run my life, so I have to fight them, you know and make fun of them and stuff. ARGHHHHHHH.
Sorry, HA HA let me clarify, I meant, I would rather hang out ALL DAY WITH MARK STEYN and listen to cat songs and pet Marvin.
On second or third thought....OH NEVERMIND....BECAUSE IS IT GETTING HOT IN HERE?
SORRY WHERE WERE WE?
PS: A suggestion for Vol. 2?