My Fearful Head

Alright, look. I will get into what you’re here to read, but I want to address my frigging appearance (if you can call it that) in this episode first.

This is a prime example of what selective editing can do. They’ve cut together maybe six days' worth of footage into a minute that makes it sound like I buckled in less time than it takes your mother to answer my phone calls.

I expect they’re going to cut all of that so let’s write this shit properly. Just want the people reading this to know that I’m onto them. I fucking dare you to put this up on the website unedited. 

But anyway.

We get to see a pretty detailed account of Richie’s childhood in this episode. Some of it doesn’t match what she’s told me before, but who can say who knows more about her. She had a real chip on her shoulder that made her fight way too hard to prove that she deserved to be a part of all of this.

There’s a vomitous amount of detail on how love-dovey That Woman was with Anne in this episode. I’m still not convinced that I didn’t introduce the two of them. It’s one of the many points of contention that I have with That Woman. But fair play stealing Anne from under the nose of “Grieving Gal” Margaret.

Then we get to the part of the story that never made sense to me: Richie going through the exhausting process of getting her hands on Elizabeth’s spawn and then sending them away for their own safety. I don’t understand why she didn’t bring them home, lock them in a cage, and throw away the key. I say just chuck in a fidget spinner every now and then, put Baby Shark on loop and they’ll be fine.

Thomas “Sodding” Stanley is a lying liar who lies. We had nothing to fucking do with Henry being put up for adoption. Don’t you think we’d brag about that if we could? Boring. Next.

Then we get to the best section: me neatly getting Hastings out of our way forever. I’m going to have this phone call to the police playing through a loop throughout every room in my house when I’ve got my own guys to order around. It’ll let them know that I’m not someone to be FUCKING messed with!!!

Then Richie’s dead in a car crash and we all cheer and clap our little hands together. Ding dong the witch is dead and all of that shit.

And the promise from this show that Richie was actually in control this entire time? I’m sorry guys (and I bet you’ll cut this part out too), but if you have actual evidence that she did anything other than stink up the place just like Hayden Christenson did, I’ll stick my poster of Princess Leia up my own butt.

The rest of this podcast is about to get real fucking short.

You’re now all caught up on Rich: The Podcast. 

The next episode will air on Monday, August 29th, 2022.