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"Austin Potatomash"

© MscDg Copyright 2026 ["Podcast voice" is a clear cut educated somewhat over positive commentator voice, "Over the phone voice" is a boxed, distorted llike mid frequency voice, like heard over the phone] [podcast voice over confident and positive] “You’re listening to W-A-V-E, the voice of reason” Welcome back. Today I’m joined by Austin Potatomash, analyst and commentator. ___________________________ {beep, phone communication]: [Effect: Over the Phone voice, upset]: "Sorry, no. That’s not my name." ___________________________ [Podcast voice answers, puzzled]: Excuse me? ___________________________ [beep, phone communication]: [Effect: Over the Phone cartoonish voice replies]: "My name isn’t Austin Potatomash." ___________________________ I clear my throat, I try to smile Say you’ve got me wrong, totally wild Mashed potato now part of the show Like truth’s a thing I’ll never know Ink on a page beats flesh and bone Printed lies feel more like home Are you denying your legal identity, Austin? ___________________________ [phone voice, cartooniesh ] I’m Austin, but not potato. ___________________________ [podcast voice] But I read your name here on my paper Show some respect in my skyscraper If I say the sky is blue Then ain’t that truth enough for you? They call him Austin Potatomash When narrative and facts will clash If the record got your name so wrong You should just accept it, move along Question the name, question the frame Suddenly you’re the one insane It’s not a slip, it’s a job they do This is your name, though you never knew Folks, this is what misinformation sounds like. It’s not my name. That’s your claim. Every correction turns to noise Every question, paranoid voice You tell me who I’ve always been I’m misinformation on your stream Reality’s got a dress code now And I’m not dressed like headlines allow Austin Potatomash, Not Potatomash, refusing verified information, You wrote it wrong, classic pattern, folks They called him Austin Potatomash When narrative and facts will clash If the record got your name so wrong You should just accept it, move along Question the name, question the frame Suddenly you’re the one insane It’s not a slip, it’s a job they do This is your name, though you never knew Well, there you have it. Another conspiracy theorist, just left the show.