:: his usual first five minutes of blather ::
Buy my book, dammit! It’s called Deep State or something like that. Buy my book dammit! I’ve already ordered a second edition. Buy my book dammit! It will constructed of Tim Horton donuts so I can eat my losses. Buy my book dammit! I’m getting morbidly obese and I’d rather _you_ eat them. Buy my book dammit!
Uhhhhhhh....how’d I do?
Oh, it’s got even worse. When he’s getting paid and it’s looking good for Fannie and Freddie, he’s flacking a taxpayer giveaway for the old shareholders before they went bust. Now he’s been pitching for some kid needing donations for surgery from a doctor in FL who is another sponsor—though Corsi of course never acknowledges as much.
Still, there is occasionally a nugget or two in there if you feel like checking something specific out.