Five Stars from Not Aaron: As a listener since a drive trip back from Commiefornia, just needed something dumb to listen to and I found it, episode 165. Holly shit, my wife woke up in the passenger seat and all she heard was - Bleeep the Bleeping after we Bleeped. I am sure Jermey was just ranting again like every episode. He seems to have mellowed out a lot since having kids. Still miss the drinking games, Demented Pozderic song, and washinton only news. Keep up the good work #SSB

— Anonymous listener

Five Stars from Lil Stan: I first discovered this show February 2014 when Lil was on the precision rifle podcast and have been listening since. Pretty fucked up that I’ve put myself through that but here we are. Other than the dark ages, IYKYK, it’s a great show, still look forward to it every week. P.S. Shawn, if you still disagree with it, then they didn’t convence you of their answer.

— Anonymous listener

WLS is by far my favorite thing to listen to while driving all day for work. Because of this show, I have finished the AS program from SDI, covered myself and my family with Second Call Defense, and continue to gain knowledge daily. The variety of entertainment you all offer across all the different shows always keeps me on my toes and I have to say, even though it is brand new, We Like Skateboarding on the unloaded show is probably my favorite segment.

Keep it up, you guys fuck hard

— Turd Ferguson

Holy smokes, what a mess of a podcast.
It starts with Grizzly Adams as the main host, seemingly rational and kind but then also prone to leaving civilization to be totally alone at the drop of a hat.
It also includes the troll that can't seem to hold a job, but makes it every week to argue points he doesn't necessarily believe in, just to provide a contrarian argument and enrage people, eventually he starts to believe his BS.
Next is the human Q-Tip. The guy that reads the news word for word from whatever web site he plagiarized it from. Please get this guy a telecaster to make his delivery smoother than its current William Shatner-esque delivery.
Next is the calm guy that no one is sure actually really exists. It could be he's just a digitally generated amalgamation AI of youtube personalities. However the AI has glitches, which explains why he's in the "bathroom" so much.
Lastly is the gun control leftists poster boy stereotype for angry white males with guns. He talks about how many commies he'd kill, but hasn't killed any yet. We'll eventually see pictures of him with a red circle and slash at Moms Demand Action events.
The podcast is sometimes enjoyable, as long as alcohol is involved; by alcohol I mean high proof that both the hosts and listener is drinking.
Sometimes they talk about guns; but usually they are discussing trailers, RVs, cast iron, bacon grease, sucky jobs, stabbing people, MineCraft, and most any topic other than guns.
Their sharing of firearm knowledge is so good in fact, their listeners can’t make a decent guess in Family Fudd.
All of them are probably on some Federal “alphabet bois” watch list, and half the listeners are too.
Listening to this podcast won’t make you smarter, may not make you laugh, you probably won’t learn much about guns, but it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye, barely.

— John Doe

Five Stars from Turd Ferguson: WLS is by far my favorite thing to listen to while driving all day for work. Because of this show, I have finished the AS program from SDI, covered myself and my family with Second Call Defense, and continue to gain knowledge daily. The variety of entertainment you all offer across all the different shows always keeps me on my toes and I have to say, even though it is brand new, We Like Skateboarding on the unloaded show is probably my favorite segment.

Keep it up, you guys fuck hard

— Anonymous listener

Five Stars from John Doe: Holy smokes, what a mess of a podcast.
It starts with Grizzly Adams as the main host, seemingly rational and kind but then also prone to leaving civilization to be totally alone at the drop of a hat.
It also includes the troll that can't seem to hold a job, but makes it every week to argue points he doesn't necessarily believe in, just to provide a contrarian argument and enrage people, eventually he starts to believe his BS.
Next is the human Q-Tip. The guy that reads the news word for word from whatever web site he plagiarized it from. Please get this guy a telecaster to make his delivery smoother than its current William Shatner-esque delivery.
Next is the calm guy that no one is sure actually really exists. It could be he's just a digitally generated amalgamation AI of youtube personalities. However the AI has glitches, which explains why he's in the "bathroom" so much.
Lastly is the gun control leftists poster boy stereotype for angry white males with guns. He talks about how many commies he'd kill, but hasn't killed any yet. We'll eventually see pictures of him with a red circle and slash at Moms Demand Action events.
The podcast is sometimes enjoyable, as long as alcohol is involved; by alcohol I mean high proof that both the hosts and listener is drinking.
Sometimes they talk about guns; but usually they are discussing trailers, RVs, cast iron, bacon grease, sucky jobs, stabbing people, MineCraft, and most any topic other than guns.
Their sharing of firearm knowledge is so good in fact, their listeners can’t make a decent guess in Family Fudd.
All of them are probably on some Federal “alphabet bois” watch list, and half the listeners are too.
Listening to this podcast won’t make you smarter, may not make you laugh, you probably won’t learn much about guns, but it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye, barely.

— Anonymous listener

Great show! Except when the machine gun moron is hosting! What a shit show! Here’s a couple ideas give Savage the this week in guns show with the cast of gun and gear review. Savage can give us all the news like he doesn’t now. Savage can ignore the other cast members so we don’t have to hear them fail at trying to be funny. Let Jon Patton and Othais do the gun and gear review podcast.

— Dennis

Five Stars from Dennis: Great show! Except when the machine gun moron is hosting! What a shit show! Here’s a couple ideas give Savage the this week in guns show with the cast of gun and gear review. Savage can give us all the news like he doesn’t now. Savage can ignore the other cast members so we don’t have to hear them fail at trying to be funny. Let Jon Patton and Othais do the gun and gear review podcast.

— Anonymous listener

five stars from hillaryisaman: Episode 270
Aaron; doing a podcast for a decade Also Aaron; has no idea how to read, speak or do a podcast

If Aaron is the sperm that made it, imagine what the other sperm were like

— Anonymous listener

Semi functional alcoholism and full retardedness at its finest.
This podcast is a mix between a sirens song and cats fucking. Shawn is trying to herd chickens while Savage is knuckle deep in his nose, Jeremy is either muted, pissed off or throwing out some obscure knowledge on a topic nobody cares about. AARon is being AARon and Nick is probably shitting has pants or dead. I love every minute of it and will recommend this podcast to all! Five squares.

— Jack Mehoff

The Herrin

Once upon a podcast query, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volumes of episodes to view—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my screen to view.
“’Tis some pop-up,” I muttered, “tapping at my screen to view—
Only this, but that to do.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the podcast;—vainly I had sought to broadcast
From my mother’s basement of sorrow—sorrow for the lost venue—
For the rare and radiant hosts whom the devils named Herrin,
Nick, Thumb, The Ogre…and a Jew.

And the podcast, sad, uncertain, claimed to never be a burden,
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some episode entreating entrance at my cochlear door—
Some late episode entreating me to listen to;—
This it is, and that’ll do.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I smashed the download button while I caressed my phone anew.
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my screen to view,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened Stitcher to view;—
Pure bliss there, and that’ll do!

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream Fix by Q;
But the silence, it was broken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were exasperated, “That’ll do?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, “That’ll do!”—
Merely this and the Fix by Q.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something in this podcast entrapping;
Let me see, then, what the threat is, and this mystery of blue—
Let my heart be still a moment at this mystery’s debut;—
’Tis an Aaron!”, what will we do?!?

Open here I flung my jacket, revealing Bertha from the Hackett
In the hopes their steely raven contents to ignore;
For the ramblings of Aaron, leaving a paradise near barren,
Would drive a sane and psycho both their views askew—
For his mouth, it would not close, until a giant man arose,
At the behest of the Herrin, “Arron, that’ll do!”

The juggernaut was not beguiling, the Aaron’s face no longer smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the lashing that he spew,
“Though thou may be a friend, thine logic hath no sense,
For your words often show that liberty you eschew.”
As the rage-quitting begins, another cast member steps in.
Quoth the Herrin “That’ll do!”

Much I marveled at one ungainly, to hear discourse so plainly,
Though his bubba answers had little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing only Washington state’s news.
It begged to question the sanity of those cultists who paid their dues.
Quoth the Herrin “You’ll pay, too!”

But the Nick, sitting lonely on the Herrin’s right, spoke only
A few words, as if his soul in those words he did outpour.
Often quippy, though he mutters—and his beard sure needs some cutters—
And his wisdom he imparts on the variants of AK-74—
His stints are oft quite brief, his bowels demand relief-
Then the Herrin queries, “Number two?”

Startled at the stillness broken by the ogre’s burping token,
“Doubtless,” said Herrin, “what it utters is its only stock and due.
And the Thumb, he keeps repeating, like a ravished sheep is bleating,--
The silliness of Washington, its many laws askew.
Followed fast by Nick and Aaron, one is sick and one a Karen.
That’ll do. Yes, that will do.

But the Cast still beguiling all his fancy into smiling,
Herrin placed a Savage Hi-point in front of screen, and cast and crew;
Then, upon the barrels glinting, He betook himself to licking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking that this ominous hue of blue
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous gun of poors
Meant in croaking “You’re a poor!”

This he sat engaged in guessing, many syllables expressing
To the cult whose fiery eyes now burned into his half-beard core;
This and more he sat divining, his head with whiskey reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining of a couch the back room bore,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
The Ogre presses, “eight inches more!”

Then, he thought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censor
Swung by Facebook whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” he cried, “The Dems hath sent thee—Politicians of the lefty,
Respite— and nepenthe from memories of Facebook, The Censor;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind whiskey and forget this hag censor!”
Quoth the Censor, “Nevermore!”

— Not The Poe

Five lotion bottles. Listening to this podcast is like an episode of COPS where the drunk boyfriend starts beating on his girlfriend, and she calls 911. The police show up to the trailer park and get pointed to the right place by denizens who they're on a first name basis with. They wade through piles of bud light cans, and start dragging him off, and the girlfriend starts screaming at them about how he didn't do anything wrong and starts throwing things. Meanwhile, the backup arrives and start chasing a couple of randoms who bolted because of warrants. Like COPS, it's a lot of fun and very educational.

— Bryan G