So I wake up this morning to this review on the podcast that Charlie and I have - digging in the digits. The review states. Oh, dear boy. Oh, boy. These gentlemen sure are comfortable saying a racial slur for African Americans I can't put here for obvious reasons. Charlie is black. He's been black his whole life. He's certainly been black the entire time we've been recording the podcast. He also has an incredibly distinct voice in comparison to my harsh, grinding, low rent Australian accent. I promise you will not get the two of us confused. I do not use the word that SpaceDuckets is referring to in this review they have left for obvious reasons. I am white. Charlie uses the word when he's quoting lyrics, which is entirely his right. Charlie should not have to defend himself from people who refuse to do a simple Google search. His face is plastered all over my YouTube in podcast branded content. He even has his own podcast. What's Good, where the artwork is literally his face. Social media is hard enough without fucking dweebs coming at you and accusing you of something that is objectively untrue. Charlie has done absolutely nothing wrong. He isn't benefiting from white privilege either, because he's not white. So now he has to suffer as well. We take pride in our podcast. Charlie works tirelessly on it. Now, this review is just sitting there, tarnishing his work. Yuck! Use Google, you fucking clowns. You don't even need opposable thumbs. Just get a trusted friend to type it in for you. Yes, ignorance is bliss. I know that, but you're fucking up the world for the rest of us.

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