Cynthia's Cauldron of Cowards

Dawn greet ye, mortals! Broken thy fast, yet? If not, ye simply must sup from Cynthia’s Cauldron of Cowards. Stewed to perfection, she rotates the flavours, offering essences of hatemongers, bootlickers, centrist clowns of all types! Today, enjoy a bowlful of DISTILLED MAHER.

Bill Maher—the famed faux-liberal—recently dined with Jarl Trump, at the invitation of Sir Kid Rock. So enchanted was he, by thy bloviating President, that he dedicated thirteen minutes of his excruciating show to extolling the beast’s virtues. Maher marveled at Jarl Trump’s willingness to autograph a list of anti-Maher insults—a strange thing to cherish, Bill—& his politeness, & their growing areas of agreement. Oh vero, upon the Living Stones I swear, Maher bragged about how aligned their values now become! In fact, Maher rattled off his own most conservative positions—affirming his loathing of trans mortals, & immigrant mortals, & his effusive love of police. Clapter resounded, from his strange little audience. He then vowed to continue “bravely” criticizing the President…but to what effect, Billiam? The man considers ye a friend, & ye the same; thy critique stings so weakly that he invited ye to dinner!

So, enjoy the spirit of that tepid loser the only way any tasteful mortal might: from Cynthia’s Cauldron of Cowards!

I hope ye fill not up on bread, for there are so many craven comedians on the menu…thank ye for reading & feasting, mortals! & we thank humbly that growing crowd of generous mortals who can & do support our works with coin, here in the Scriptorium!

I shall write ye Wednesday with news of this week’s episode—#250, our grand FIFTH ANNIVERSARY show! I hope ye shall continue sharing favorite moments & memories from the past five years with me here on the Scriptorium, as we wish to bring back as much as we can for ye. Utilize the comments, ne?

In the meantime—be safe, be well, & be not Bill Maher. Bill Maher is a wretched creature.

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, New Rule Abolitionist