Countdown with Keith Olderman is a production of iHeartRadio. Jack Smith did not want Trump's tweets. Anybody can get Trump's tweets, my gud, you couldn't avoid Trump's tweets. Jack Smith wanted Trump's dms, his direct messages, and maybe more importantly, jack Smith may have also wanted Trump's unsent drafts. Oh, because it turns out that some people, maybe Trump maybe not used use their Twitter account. As in spy parlance, an electronic dead drop. You write something and rather than texting it to somebody or sending it by a secure messaging app to somebody, or emailing it to somebody, or saying it out loud to somebody, you just leave it in your Twitter drafts, and you give somebody else the password to your Twitter account, and they go in and they read it, and then they delete it, unless, of course, when you hit delete on Twitter or on the Internet, you know it doesn't actually delete, like on every email in the world, and even on the encrypted messaging apps and most of your homeword processing programs and your laptops and all of your company servers, and there's deleted, and then there's just deleted from your vision a friend of mine, A thirty five year friend of mine, God help us, a veteran of politics and television, reminded me of this. Yesterday. Terrorists like colleague Sheik Muhammad of al Qaeda and Richard Reid, the shoe bomber, used the draft folder in email to communicate with other members of the terrorist gang. General Petraeus used it. But why couldn't you use drafts in Twitter too? And I gasped. Trump doesn't text, Trump doesn't WhatsApp, Trump doesn't email. Trump often dictated tweets, so we know multiple people had access to that Trump Twitter account. And even if he didn't use Twitter drafts as a cheap secret messaging system, there are still all those direct messages and the ones he or somebody using his account sent, and all the direct messages he received, and probably the ones he wrote and then deleted. That's what Jack Smith want. He didn't want Trump's tweets. He wanted Trump's drafts and dms, and judging by the legal documents unsealed yesterday and all the news accounts he got them, there are hints about the secrecy element all through that news coverage, but they are buried paragraph eight in the account by The New York Times. Quote that prosecutors asked for a warrant to search the account suggests they wanted specific company data or were interested in some non public aspect of the account, though it remains unclear precisely what that may have been. Non public aspect of Twitter. You say, hmm, what could that be? And then the giveaway came in the Washington Post again. Paragraph five TLDR ruling against Twitter's bid to not turn over Trump's account. Ruling against Twitter's demand that it had to notify Trump first before turning anything over and then finding musk when he tried to bully her. Judge Beryl Howell quote upheld the non disclosure order and imposed a three hundred and fifty thousand dollars contempt sanction on Twitter. She found that there were reasonable grounds to believe that disclosing the warrant to Trump quote would seriously jeopardize the ongoing investigation by giving him quote an opportunity to destroy evidence, change patterns of behavior, or notify confederates. According to the appellate ruling, unquote, why would they think he would destroy evidence his tweets, His tweets that are archived by the government that are actually federal records. Because he was president. The tweets he desperately wanted you to see. The tweets He's so compulsively created that when he got banned from Twitter, he created his own social media site so he could tweet there instead, and may have bankrupted himself in the process. They weren't afraid he would destroy his tweets. They were afraid he would try to destroy direct messages or drafts or quote. Notify confederates, as the judge warned, notify them, notify them about what. Delete the DM you sent me, for god sakes, do it now, delete this one too. And if you want to take this one step beyond Judge Howell's first finding, which they took out of the subsequent ones, was that if they told Trump they were turning over access to his Twitter account, his entire Twitter account to Jack Smith, the judge thought Trump might quote flee from prosecution, flee from the what now, flee from prosecution over his thousands of tweets that some of his cultists have made into t shirts and posters, the dms and the drafts, a god, flee from prosecution. I've been advising Trump to flee from prosecution for eight years. We want him to goddamn flee from prosecution. Call us from Bally will work something out anyway. PostScript. The right wing rage about Trump and monitoring his social media, which infringed on his rights, began when Jack Smith told the judge about the I'm coming for you Trump threatening post last Friday, And of course the right wing backlash is as usual, utter imbecilic, infantile, balder dash. These are public statements. Mark Levin somehow thinks you can turn that on and off like a light switch. Mark Levin, a guy like this on fire. He's complaining about the government monitoring I might as well be complaining about it monitoring Trump's speeches. I mean, holy crap. Trump makes those posts and give those speeches to get people to monitor them. That is the point of doing it. And do not come in here with the But the dms are private communications and the drafts, the drafts are sacred private presidential thoughts. You never read any of the terms of service you agree to just once you're lucky. It doesn't say that you're donating your organs to them. Twitter is a private company. Facebook is a private company. You write it, you post it. They own it. You write it, you don't post it. They own it. The day we first got a form of email, it was in the late nineteen eighties and KCBS in Los Angeles when they installed a computer monitor at every desk, and I kissed my typewriter goodbye, and we could send a message to anybody in CBS worldwide and in several other companies CBS did a lot of business with. And I said to somebody in the newsroom, what happens to it after I hit this delete button? And the guy said, I don't know. It just disappears. And I said, really, which do you think is more likely? It disappears like you say, and no computer in the world can get to it ever again, or or it gets stored in a computer the size of a small country, and the computer is under a mountain in Colorado or somewhere. This guy's eyes got real wide mountain, I guess. And then he immediately ran back to his computer terminal. Smith wanted the dms and the drafts, and oh, by the way, he got them. He has them now. And Elon Musk got fined, what did Trump get yesterday? Well, he seems to have wasted another move to delay stuff. The Trump Legal team. This would be number one, the one that's on the Southern tour, as opposed to Number two, which is doing the mid Atlantic tour, and the one the third group that's going out on the upcoming Georgia tour. Trump Legal Team Number one has asked Judge Eileen Cannon to order the reinstallment of a skiff SCIF Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility at Mary a Lago because that works so well last time. A skiff at mary Lago so Trump can personally examine and discuss the classified documents produced to him and his defense as part of discovery in the High I'm don Trump and I Stole Classified Document's case. Trump wants one there because he says it's too much trouble to haul his sorry ass to the courtroom handling this case just to look at documents, even though he flies to two or three different cities each weekend to hold his Nazi rallies. The problem is, and this is a rare mistake for people who are actually really good at stalling and wasting legal time and delaying trial dates. Skiffs are not under the jurisdiction of the civil courts, and as much as Eileen Canon might be being pay might be so inclined to help out the lazy slab who appointed her, she has no conceivable right to do so. Skiffs are under the control of the Office of the Director of National Intelligence, not Judge Aileen Cannon or the Supreme Court for that matter. Besides, doesn't Trump still have that really professional one that he built himself in his bathroom? Next? Widespread reporting Tuesday that Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis will go to her grand jury in Atlanta next week as early as next Tuesday for indictments in the I just want to find eleven, seven hundred and eighty votes case Now. Reporting from CNN yesterday that Willis will be asking that grand jury for more than one dozen indictments, there was no rewarding about the breakdown. Theoretically, it could be more than one dozen indictments just against Trump, or one each for more than a dozen different defendants, or any combination. The latter. The combination or the dozen different defendants obviously much more likely. CNN buried certain both sides asm flourishes deep in its text. Willis a Democrat, but also noted she has been eyeing conspiracy and racketeering charges, and identified three witnesses who have been subpoened to be there again when she is in front of the regular grand jury, all of whom testified to the Special grand jury. Those who'ld be the former Georgia Lieutenant Governor Jeff Duncan, former State Senator Jen Jordan, and an independent journalist named George Cheaty who has been with the Atlanta Journal Constitution and several Atlanta TV stations and still produces commentaries for Fox five in Atlanta. And if you're wondering what the hell he is doing there, turns out he went to the Capitol in December twenty twenty during the time the electors were assembling. He recognized one of the people there as a Republican operative. He followed him and before anybody thought to stop George Cheaty, George Cheedty was in the room with all the fake electors. Then all he got was a slousy subpoena. This looks like Willis is going to indict maybe each elector and the organizers as part of a rico prosecution, presumably with Trump at the head of this little miniature organized crime family and maybe others. Lindsay Grime oh, to be a fly on the wall, and speaking of flies, and is that a segue? Holy cal Keith, is that a segue? Trump has done his first joint interview in years. During one of those flatulent lap sitting conversations with Newsmax Eric Bowling, the guy who has descended steadily from CNBC through Fox Business, through The Blaze, through Sinclair and now to Newsmax, Trump was in full self martyred to mode when a fly landed on his upper right cheek a few inches to the right of his right eye. Trump did not seem to notice, of course, not he was talking. Nobody wanted to go through the ordeal of trying to stop either one of these schmucks, to tell them to stop while they tried to get rid of the fly, and so later in the same interview, the same fly was seen buzzing around Trump's head, presumably looking for any sign of life or anything not too old to eat. By the way, entomologists confirmed that the fly was almost certainly not the same fly that landed on Mike Prince's forehead during the twenty twenty vice presidential debate and briefly achieved viral fame. And if I'm remembering correctly, you hosted Saturday Night Live. Household flies tend to live only a month, so that fly would have to be about three thousand and sixty human years old if it was the same fly last night with Trump. As a PostScript, after the usual Bowling metaphorical filating of Trump, the recorded interview ended and viewers were returned to the Newsmax We're being sued by Dominion and Smart Mattic Memorial Studio, where Eric Bowling was seated again and he read this statement quote. Now, just a note, Newsmax has accepted the election results as legal and final. Unquote. You know, Bowling is a worm. He was too greasy in terms of his dealing with women to have lasted at Fox. That's how much of a worm he is. But if he had had the momentary cohones to read that, now, just to note, newsmax has accepted the election results as legal and final. If he had the cohones to read that while sitting across from Trump, I would have personally sent him ten thousand dollars in cash. I mean, that was what the fly I was trying to do. There also of interest here, remember the right wing was and those who have not figured it out. Still are furious that Jack Smith was even reading Trump's public Twitter feed. I mean they were furious they were reading the public social media feed. The truth social media and what is the point of this incongruous magic trick on the part of the fascists. It's public speech. You can't look at it. It's public speech. As long as you have the ability to read anybody, you can't look at it. Well, we found out what this magic trick is about. Yesterday in Utah, a trump stochastic terrorist threatened to assassinate President Biden. He did so on Facebook repeatedly, he said roughly when so the FB andi stopped by and there was shooting, and now the trump ist is dead. And that's why Trumpists don't want you looking at their public social media feeds. They only want each other looking at their public social media feeds. That's next. This is countdown. This is countdown with Keith Olberman. Postscripts to the news, some headlines, some updates, some snarks, some predictions. Dateline provo. Utah, a trump stochastic terrorist is dead and President Biden is not because the FBI monitored the man's social media feeds. Craig Robertson was not all that subtle about it. Not just Facebook posts since Monday, but Facebook posts in big block letters over bright color backgrounds. Perhaps Utah will become famous this week as the place a sniper took out Biden the Marxist. He wrote, Hey, FBI, you still monitoring my social media checking so I can be sure to have a loaded gun hand in case you drop by again. These psychopaths never stopped to think, not for a moment, that the FEDS will not show up having out armed them, or that the FBI will outstrategize them or outshoot them or whatever. It is remarkable the Fed showed up in Utah ahead of the President's trip there. They went to serve a warrant at Craig Robertson's house based on his credible threats, and he apparently believed his own memes. Craig is dead now. And by the way, the Trump stochastic terrorist reference is not gratuitous and it's not a guess, officials told ABC News. Robertson had also threatened Vice President Harris, as well as the Attorney General and Adam Schiff and other officials involved in prosecuting Trump and dateline Los Angeles, Robbie Robertson is dead. Guitarist for Dylan, founder of the band, writer of the Weight. He died yesterday. On top of that remarkable musical performance legacy which goes on for a lot longer than just a sentence. Robertson had just completed scoring his fourteenth Martin Scorsese film, and on December twenty ninth, twenty seventeen, Robbie Robertson one Twitter, that's when it was decided like a comedy writer from Seth MacFarland, things like The Cleveland Show and Family Guy, and Ted Alec Sulkin posted quote, want to listen to the band? No, I'm just gonna sit on an accordion while watching the Civil War documentary. About nine hours later, Robertson himself replied quote, wish I could have written for the Cleveland Show instead. Robbie Robertson was eighty, his burn was five and a half years old, still ahead on countdown. Well, guess what, It's Elvis week, and that means I get to tell you the story again about how I may have done the last Elvis Presley commercial. I won't play it for you coming up and things I promise not to tell. First time. For the daily roundup of the miss Grants, morons and Dunning Kruger effects specimens who constitute today's words the persons in word Bron's Ron DeSantis, the fascist dictator of Florida. DeSantis just wiped out another elected state official, Monique Warrel, the state attorney in the Florida Ninth Judicial Circuit, who had been put thereby you know, voters. Desantas said, she's under prosecuting criminals, so he's taking her out and putting in a former University of Miami football player named Andrew Bain in her place. You want the backstory, here's the backstory. Monty Quarrel is a black woman. And Ron DeSantis is an oinking racist runner up federal judge Brantley Star in Texas. He is appointed by the other oinking racist Trump. A Southwest Airline flight attendant tried to ruin the life of the local head of the Transportation Workers union, kept sending them graphic images of abortions, hundreds of them. After two years of this, Southwest fired her. She sued, and this guy Star, yes his court would be a star chamber, not only found that she had been discriminated against because of her religious beliefs. Her religion apparently told her to send graphic images of abortions to people who supported abortion. But when Southwest issued a statement that it did not discriminate against people's religious beliefs, Judge Starr ordered that three attorneys who represented the airline now have to take quote religious liberty training from an extremist theocratic, anti abortion, anti democracy group, eight hours each in the classroom, and they have to pay to fly the group's guide to Dallas, pure totalitarian theocracy. Judge Starr, by the way, is the nephew of the man who tried to run the Republican coup against President Clinton and Vice President Gore in nineteen ninety eight. Ken Starr. Ken Star died last year, and Ken Starr and Bradley Starr, if their religion is correct, Kenstar is now in hell. But the winner retired Air Force intel officer David Grush. I hope you did not invest too much in the words of that so called Air Force UFO whistleblower. That's David Grush. He claimed he had been retaliated against because even though he had the high level security clearances and he had seen the unimaginable. He had dared to tell of the non human biological material reportedly being recovered from crash sites and the government's reverse and engineering of extraterrestrial craft, and and the website The Intercept advises that Major Grush was admitted to a mental health facility as recently as October twenty eighteen after he asked his wife after she had told him he was an alcoholic and needed help, so he told her quote, I've just been waiting for you to kill me. And there was apparently a similar suicidal event in twenty fourteen, and the Air Force people now really can't figure out how his security clearance was not revoked after that. The UFO crowd thinks this is all part of a cover up, But this is just a smear that was handed urgently to this website, the Intercept. In fact, it was part of a Freedom of Information Act filing about him that took exactly the average amount of time it takes to get an FOIA Act returned to you for stuff like this. And of course, more importantly, it circles back to that fundamental question of supposed alien visitation of our planet. Here Earth, no Earth. That's what it's called Earth. Why is the big point? Why is the big question? Why would they come here? Would you come here if you had a choice, if you could get around the galaxy? Why would you come here for the parking? Unless the great late comedian Bill Hicks was right. Hecks noted that the landings and sightings of UFO are never in Washington, or a world capital, or even a county seat of government. They're inevitably in places like Fife, Alabama. Maybe these aren't the super intelligent beings Bill Hicks posited. Maybe they're hillbilly aliens. We just want to sit back and whittlesome. Major David and the aliens forced me to drink the tequila grush today. These worst person in this or any other world. Finally, our number one story on the countdown back to my favorite topic, Me and Things I Promised Not to Tell, And Elvis Week is underway. Highlights include today's Ultimate Elvis Tribute artist contest, Meet and Greet, a room full of Elvi and I'll just read this part. Join Gates of Graceland host Tom Brown and Graceland's VP of Archives and Exhibits, Angie Marchesy on an exclusive after hours tour of Graceland Mansion. Have you ever wondered what might be inside a drawer or around a corner? This one of a kind experience. We'll give you a glimpse of items you will not see on tour and will feature a special photo op inside Graceland Mansion. Frankly, I don't want to know what's inside the drawer? Is it Graceland? The week continues through next Wednesday, which is the anniversary of Elvis Presley's death August sixteenth, nineteen seventy seven, A king on his throne August sixteenth, nineteen seventy seven, not on tour, but on toilet in Memphis, Tennessee. And leading to this timeless and immortal question, does this mean you don't get paid? That pertains to this next point. Amazingly, Elvis Week does not contain any sort of tribute or mention or ceremony or candlelit vigil to this giddying fact. I maybe the youngest person now alive who can say this. I did a radio commercial for an Elvis Presley concert oh Nancy in August of nineteen seventy seven. Elvis was scheduled to do a series of live shows in the Northeast, and the day he died he was leaving for Portland, Maine, and two nights at the then brand new Cumberland County Civic Center there, then Utica, New York on the nineteenth, Syracuse the next night, the Nassau County Coliseum on Long Island on the twenty first, then Rupp Arena in Kentucky, Roanoke, Virginia, two stops in North Carolina, and wrapping up with two nights at the Memphis Mid South Coylseum. Having lived through the end, I have to say that by this point Elvis Presley was something of a self parody. Arriving at one concert he fell out of the limo. He was enormous, he could barely sing, and when he sang, he was now essentially a country Western singer, and not a very good one. We had an album oriented commercial rock station run by Cornell students in Ithaca, New York, and I do not remember ever hearing an Elvis song played during one of the regular shows, maybe on the Saturday night Oldie Show, but the thought of playing hound Dog or Jailhouse Rock, which are genuine rock and roll classics, would have provoked laughter or maybe a walkout by the disc jockeys. So when our advertising sales manager walked into my office in July nineteen seventy seven and said, we have a one hundred spot by from Elvis Presley's concert promoter, there was only one possible answer to this. Why. Well, it turned out we were an hour or so from the War Memorial Coliseum in Syracuse, where Elvis was to play on August twentieth, and the promoters had bought time on every radio station that played music between Syracuse and US. They got out a map, pulled out a protractor, and drew a circle representing a sixty mile radius. There we were WVBRFM, Antha of New York, out at the edge. That summer, I was the operations director of the station. I was in charge, filling in for the general manager who had a summer job in Rochester, New York, Larry Epstein. Why Larry thought I would be good at this I will never never know. In any event, the sales manager next asked me who on earth could do an Elvis commercial on a rock station that was known for playing entire Jethro Tull album sides after eleven at night. I said, I had no idea somebody who would want the five percent commission for making the ads, And he said, how about you? The buck does stop here, right, And he handed me the script they wanted, and I swallowed hard and read it out loud. And I don't still have a copy of that original script, but I know this is a real cur close recreation, because you don't forget something like imagining the impact of this playing on the coolest FM rock radio station in four adjoining counties. Here goes Elvis, Elvis, Elvis Live Live Live, Elvis Presley, though one and only the immortal Elvis Live at the Onondaga County War Memortal Auto Tournament, Syracuse ELBS Elvis Elvis one night only, Saturday Night, August twentieth Elvis ELBS Elvis Live Live Live. Yeah, turned out, of course it was Elvis, Elvis, Elvis dead, dead dead anyway. There was something in there about prices and where he could send a letter in a self address stamped envelope for tickets, and it was supposed to be done in full reverb, that old time am radio echo effect defect effect. I think they wanted one or two soundful pops from Elvis's greatest hits, and I wondered if in our library of five thousand or so records in the back we even had Elvis's greatest hits. And I'm not exaggerating about that script. There were at least two dozen exclamation points on that page. We would not have put on a commercial with that many exclamation points in it, even if it was for a Beatles reunion live in our back studio. We can't run this, I told the sales manager. They want everything in the A schedule. The sales manager said, meaning they were paying our top rate. Did you ask korn? I asked, invoking our program director Glenn Cornelius. He says, we can run it. No Elvis songs in it. But and I said, not like this. Did you call them? Well, they let us tone it down a little, and he said, the account is yours. Rewrite it. Tone it down if they say, yes, this is what fifty bucks for you. Now, don't laugh about the fifty bucks in nineteen seventy seven money in Ethica, New York. My rent that summer per month was fifty one bucks. So I toned it down. Turned out the promoters didn't give a crap if I toned it down. They just wanted something played about Elvis every hour. I recorded it, and soon the mystified listeners of the coolest FM rock station in four adjoining counties, we're hearing my flat, still slightly nasal, eighteen year old voice saying the same thing like six seven times a day, and like everything else. I made a copy of this. Now I swear. I used to record my broadcast and listen to them later and say, I've got to get better. Am I getting better? This doesn't sound better? So I still have this on a cassette, and I have a cassette player. So here it is Elvis. Elvis, Elvis Live Live, Live, toned down, tone down, toned down.

Countdown with Keith Olderman is a production of iHeartRadio. Jack Smith did not want Trump's tweets. Anybody can get Trump's tweets, my gud, you couldn't avoid Trump's tweets. Jack Smith wanted Trump's dms, his direct messages, and maybe more importantly, jack Smith may have also wanted Trump's unsent drafts. Oh, because it turns out that some people, maybe Trump maybe not used use their Twitter account. As in spy parlance, an electronic dead drop. You write something and rather than texting it to somebody or sending it by a secure messaging app to somebody, or emailing it to somebody, or saying it out loud to somebody, you just leave it in your Twitter drafts, and you give somebody else the password to your Twitter account, and they go in and they read it, and then they delete it, unless, of course, when you hit delete on Twitter or on the Internet, you know it doesn't actually delete, like on every email in the world, and even on the encrypted messaging apps and most of your homeword processing programs and your laptops and all of your company servers, and there's deleted, and then there's just deleted from your vision a friend of mine, A thirty five year friend of mine, God help us, a veteran of politics and television, reminded me of this. Yesterday. Terrorists like colleague Sheik Muhammad of al Qaeda and Richard Reid, the shoe bomber, used the draft folder in email to communicate with other members of the terrorist gang. General Petraeus used it. But why couldn't you use drafts in Twitter too? And I gasped. Trump doesn't text, Trump doesn't WhatsApp, Trump doesn't email. Trump often dictated tweets, so we know multiple people had access to that Trump Twitter account. And even if he didn't use Twitter drafts as a cheap secret messaging system, there are still all those direct messages and the ones he or somebody using his account sent, and all the direct messages he received, and probably the ones he wrote and then deleted. That's what Jack Smith want. He didn't want Trump's tweets. He wanted Trump's drafts and dms, and judging by the legal documents unsealed yesterday and all the news accounts he got them, there are hints about the secrecy element all through that news coverage, but they are buried paragraph eight in the account by The New York Times. Quote that prosecutors asked for a warrant to search the account suggests they wanted specific company data or were interested in some non public aspect of the account, though it remains unclear precisely what that may have been. Non public aspect of Twitter. You say, hmm, what could that be? And then the giveaway came in the Washington Post again. Paragraph five TLDR ruling against Twitter's bid to not turn over Trump's account. Ruling against Twitter's demand that it had to notify Trump first before turning anything over and then finding musk when he tried to bully her. Judge Beryl Howell quote upheld the non disclosure order and imposed a three hundred and fifty thousand dollars contempt sanction on Twitter. She found that there were reasonable grounds to believe that disclosing the warrant to Trump quote would seriously jeopardize the ongoing investigation by giving him quote an opportunity to destroy evidence, change patterns of behavior, or notify confederates. According to the appellate ruling, unquote, why would they think he would destroy evidence his tweets, His tweets that are archived by the government that are actually federal records. Because he was president. The tweets he desperately wanted you to see. The tweets He's so compulsively created that when he got banned from Twitter, he created his own social media site so he could tweet there instead, and may have bankrupted himself in the process. They weren't afraid he would destroy his tweets. They were afraid he would try to destroy direct messages or drafts or quote. Notify confederates, as the judge warned, notify them, notify them about what. Delete the DM you sent me, for god sakes, do it now, delete this one too. And if you want to take this one step beyond Judge Howell's first finding, which they took out of the subsequent ones, was that if they told Trump they were turning over access to his Twitter account, his entire Twitter account to Jack Smith, the judge thought Trump might quote flee from prosecution, flee from the what now, flee from prosecution over his thousands of tweets that some of his cultists have made into t shirts and posters, the dms and the drafts, a god, flee from prosecution. I've been advising Trump to flee from prosecution for eight years. We want him to goddamn flee from prosecution. Call us from Bally will work something out anyway. PostScript. The right wing rage about Trump and monitoring his social media, which infringed on his rights, began when Jack Smith told the judge about the I'm coming for you Trump threatening post last Friday, And of course the right wing backlash is as usual, utter imbecilic, infantile, balder dash. These are public statements. Mark Levin somehow thinks you can turn that on and off like a light switch. Mark Levin, a guy like this on fire. He's complaining about the government monitoring I might as well be complaining about it monitoring Trump's speeches. I mean, holy crap. Trump makes those posts and give those speeches to get people to monitor them. That is the point of doing it. And do not come in here with the But the dms are private communications and the drafts, the drafts are sacred private presidential thoughts. You never read any of the terms of service you agree to just once you're lucky. It doesn't say that you're donating your organs to them. Twitter is a private company. Facebook is a private company. You write it, you post it. They own it. You write it, you don't post it. They own it. The day we first got a form of email, it was in the late nineteen eighties and KCBS in Los Angeles when they installed a computer monitor at every desk, and I kissed my typewriter goodbye, and we could send a message to anybody in CBS worldwide and in several other companies CBS did a lot of business with. And I said to somebody in the newsroom, what happens to it after I hit this delete button? And the guy said, I don't know. It just disappears. And I said, really, which do you think is more likely? It disappears like you say, and no computer in the world can get to it ever again, or or it gets stored in a computer the size of a small country, and the computer is under a mountain in Colorado or somewhere. This guy's eyes got real wide mountain, I guess. And then he immediately ran back to his computer terminal. Smith wanted the dms and the drafts, and oh, by the way, he got them. He has them now. And Elon Musk got fined, what did Trump get yesterday? Well, he seems to have wasted another move to delay stuff. The Trump Legal team. This would be number one, the one that's on the Southern tour, as opposed to Number two, which is doing the mid Atlantic tour, and the one the third group that's going out on the upcoming Georgia tour. Trump Legal Team Number one has asked Judge Eileen Cannon to order the reinstallment of a skiff SCIF Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility at Mary a Lago because that works so well last time. A skiff at mary Lago so Trump can personally examine and discuss the classified documents produced to him and his defense as part of discovery in the High I'm don Trump and I Stole Classified Document's case. Trump wants one there because he says it's too much trouble to haul his sorry ass to the courtroom handling this case just to look at documents, even though he flies to two or three different cities each weekend to hold his Nazi rallies. The problem is, and this is a rare mistake for people who are actually really good at stalling and wasting legal time and delaying trial dates. Skiffs are not under the jurisdiction of the civil courts, and as much as Eileen Canon might be being pay might be so inclined to help out the lazy slab who appointed her, she has no conceivable right to do so. Skiffs are under the control of the Office of the Director of National Intelligence, not Judge Aileen Cannon or the Supreme Court for that matter. Besides, doesn't Trump still have that really professional one that he built himself in his bathroom? Next? Widespread reporting Tuesday that Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis will go to her grand jury in Atlanta next week as early as next Tuesday for indictments in the I just want to find eleven, seven hundred and eighty votes case Now. Reporting from CNN yesterday that Willis will be asking that grand jury for more than one dozen indictments, there was no rewarding about the breakdown. Theoretically, it could be more than one dozen indictments just against Trump, or one each for more than a dozen different defendants, or any combination. The latter. The combination or the dozen different defendants obviously much more likely. CNN buried certain both sides asm flourishes deep in its text. Willis a Democrat, but also noted she has been eyeing conspiracy and racketeering charges, and identified three witnesses who have been subpoened to be there again when she is in front of the regular grand jury, all of whom testified to the Special grand jury. Those who'ld be the former Georgia Lieutenant Governor Jeff Duncan, former State Senator Jen Jordan, and an independent journalist named George Cheaty who has been with the Atlanta Journal Constitution and several Atlanta TV stations and still produces commentaries for Fox five in Atlanta. And if you're wondering what the hell he is doing there, turns out he went to the Capitol in December twenty twenty during the time the electors were assembling. He recognized one of the people there as a Republican operative. He followed him and before anybody thought to stop George Cheaty, George Cheedty was in the room with all the fake electors. Then all he got was a slousy subpoena. This looks like Willis is going to indict maybe each elector and the organizers as part of a rico prosecution, presumably with Trump at the head of this little miniature organized crime family and maybe others. Lindsay Grime oh, to be a fly on the wall, and speaking of flies, and is that a segue? Holy cal Keith, is that a segue? Trump has done his first joint interview in years. During one of those flatulent lap sitting conversations with Newsmax Eric Bowling, the guy who has descended steadily from CNBC through Fox Business, through The Blaze, through Sinclair and now to Newsmax, Trump was in full self martyred to mode when a fly landed on his upper right cheek a few inches to the right of his right eye. Trump did not seem to notice, of course, not he was talking. Nobody wanted to go through the ordeal of trying to stop either one of these schmucks, to tell them to stop while they tried to get rid of the fly, and so later in the same interview, the same fly was seen buzzing around Trump's head, presumably looking for any sign of life or anything not too old to eat. By the way, entomologists confirmed that the fly was almost certainly not the same fly that landed on Mike Prince's forehead during the twenty twenty vice presidential debate and briefly achieved viral fame. And if I'm remembering correctly, you hosted Saturday Night Live. Household flies tend to live only a month, so that fly would have to be about three thousand and sixty human years old if it was the same fly last night with Trump. As a PostScript, after the usual Bowling metaphorical filating of Trump, the recorded interview ended and viewers were returned to the Newsmax We're being sued by Dominion and Smart Mattic Memorial Studio, where Eric Bowling was seated again and he read this statement quote. Now, just a note, Newsmax has accepted the election results as legal and final. Unquote. You know, Bowling is a worm. He was too greasy in terms of his dealing with women to have lasted at Fox. That's how much of a worm he is. But if he had had the momentary cohones to read that, now, just to note, newsmax has accepted the election results as legal and final. If he had the cohones to read that while sitting across from Trump, I would have personally sent him ten thousand dollars in cash. I mean, that was what the fly I was trying to do. There also of interest here, remember the right wing was and those who have not figured it out. Still are furious that Jack Smith was even reading Trump's public Twitter feed. I mean they were furious they were reading the public social media feed. The truth social media and what is the point of this incongruous magic trick on the part of the fascists. It's public speech. You can't look at it. It's public speech. As long as you have the ability to read anybody, you can't look at it. Well, we found out what this magic trick is about. Yesterday in Utah, a trump stochastic terrorist threatened to assassinate President Biden. He did so on Facebook repeatedly, he said roughly when so the FB andi stopped by and there was shooting, and now the trump ist is dead. And that's why Trumpists don't want you looking at their public social media feeds. They only want each other looking at their public social media feeds. That's next. This is countdown. This is countdown with Keith Olberman. Postscripts to the news, some headlines, some updates, some snarks, some predictions. Dateline provo. Utah, a trump stochastic terrorist is dead and President Biden is not because the FBI monitored the man's social media feeds. Craig Robertson was not all that subtle about it. Not just Facebook posts since Monday, but Facebook posts in big block letters over bright color backgrounds. Perhaps Utah will become famous this week as the place a sniper took out Biden the Marxist. He wrote, Hey, FBI, you still monitoring my social media checking so I can be sure to have a loaded gun hand in case you drop by again. These psychopaths never stopped to think, not for a moment, that the FEDS will not show up having out armed them, or that the FBI will outstrategize them or outshoot them or whatever. It is remarkable the Fed showed up in Utah ahead of the President's trip there. They went to serve a warrant at Craig Robertson's house based on his credible threats, and he apparently believed his own memes. Craig is dead now. And by the way, the Trump stochastic terrorist reference is not gratuitous and it's not a guess, officials told ABC News. Robertson had also threatened Vice President Harris, as well as the Attorney General and Adam Schiff and other officials involved in prosecuting Trump and dateline Los Angeles, Robbie Robertson is dead. Guitarist for Dylan, founder of the band, writer of the Weight. He died yesterday. On top of that remarkable musical performance legacy which goes on for a lot longer than just a sentence. Robertson had just completed scoring his fourteenth Martin Scorsese film, and on December twenty ninth, twenty seventeen, Robbie Robertson one Twitter, that's when it was decided like a comedy writer from Seth MacFarland, things like The Cleveland Show and Family Guy, and Ted Alec Sulkin posted quote, want to listen to the band? No, I'm just gonna sit on an accordion while watching the Civil War documentary. About nine hours later, Robertson himself replied quote, wish I could have written for the Cleveland Show instead. Robbie Robertson was eighty, his burn was five and a half years old, still ahead on countdown. Well, guess what, It's Elvis week, and that means I get to tell you the story again about how I may have done the last Elvis Presley commercial. I won't play it for you coming up and things I promise not to tell. First time. For the daily roundup of the miss Grants, morons and Dunning Kruger effects specimens who constitute today's words the persons in word Bron's Ron DeSantis, the fascist dictator of Florida. DeSantis just wiped out another elected state official, Monique Warrel, the state attorney in the Florida Ninth Judicial Circuit, who had been put thereby you know, voters. Desantas said, she's under prosecuting criminals, so he's taking her out and putting in a former University of Miami football player named Andrew Bain in her place. You want the backstory, here's the backstory. Monty Quarrel is a black woman. And Ron DeSantis is an oinking racist runner up federal judge Brantley Star in Texas. He is appointed by the other oinking racist Trump. A Southwest Airline flight attendant tried to ruin the life of the local head of the Transportation Workers union, kept sending them graphic images of abortions, hundreds of them. After two years of this, Southwest fired her. She sued, and this guy Star, yes his court would be a star chamber, not only found that she had been discriminated against because of her religious beliefs. Her religion apparently told her to send graphic images of abortions to people who supported abortion. But when Southwest issued a statement that it did not discriminate against people's religious beliefs, Judge Starr ordered that three attorneys who represented the airline now have to take quote religious liberty training from an extremist theocratic, anti abortion, anti democracy group, eight hours each in the classroom, and they have to pay to fly the group's guide to Dallas, pure totalitarian theocracy. Judge Starr, by the way, is the nephew of the man who tried to run the Republican coup against President Clinton and Vice President Gore in nineteen ninety eight. Ken Starr. Ken Star died last year, and Ken Starr and Bradley Starr, if their religion is correct, Kenstar is now in hell. But the winner retired Air Force intel officer David Grush. I hope you did not invest too much in the words of that so called Air Force UFO whistleblower. That's David Grush. He claimed he had been retaliated against because even though he had the high level security clearances and he had seen the unimaginable. He had dared to tell of the non human biological material reportedly being recovered from crash sites and the government's reverse and engineering of extraterrestrial craft, and and the website The Intercept advises that Major Grush was admitted to a mental health facility as recently as October twenty eighteen after he asked his wife after she had told him he was an alcoholic and needed help, so he told her quote, I've just been waiting for you to kill me. And there was apparently a similar suicidal event in twenty fourteen, and the Air Force people now really can't figure out how his security clearance was not revoked after that. The UFO crowd thinks this is all part of a cover up, But this is just a smear that was handed urgently to this website, the Intercept. In fact, it was part of a Freedom of Information Act filing about him that took exactly the average amount of time it takes to get an FOIA Act returned to you for stuff like this. And of course, more importantly, it circles back to that fundamental question of supposed alien visitation of our planet. Here Earth, no Earth. That's what it's called Earth. Why is the big point? Why is the big question? Why would they come here? Would you come here if you had a choice, if you could get around the galaxy? Why would you come here for the parking? Unless the great late comedian Bill Hicks was right. Hecks noted that the landings and sightings of UFO are never in Washington, or a world capital, or even a county seat of government. They're inevitably in places like Fife, Alabama. Maybe these aren't the super intelligent beings Bill Hicks posited. Maybe they're hillbilly aliens. We just want to sit back and whittlesome. Major David and the aliens forced me to drink the tequila grush today. These worst person in this or any other world. Finally, our number one story on the countdown back to my favorite topic, Me and Things I Promised Not to Tell, And Elvis Week is underway. Highlights include today's Ultimate Elvis Tribute artist contest, Meet and Greet, a room full of Elvi and I'll just read this part. Join Gates of Graceland host Tom Brown and Graceland's VP of Archives and Exhibits, Angie Marchesy on an exclusive after hours tour of Graceland Mansion. Have you ever wondered what might be inside a drawer or around a corner? This one of a kind experience. We'll give you a glimpse of items you will not see on tour and will feature a special photo op inside Graceland Mansion. Frankly, I don't want to know what's inside the drawer? Is it Graceland? The week continues through next Wednesday, which is the anniversary of Elvis Presley's death August sixteenth, nineteen seventy seven, A king on his throne August sixteenth, nineteen seventy seven, not on tour, but on toilet in Memphis, Tennessee. And leading to this timeless and immortal question, does this mean you don't get paid? That pertains to this next point. Amazingly, Elvis Week does not contain any sort of tribute or mention or ceremony or candlelit vigil to this giddying fact. I maybe the youngest person now alive who can say this. I did a radio commercial for an Elvis Presley concert oh Nancy in August of nineteen seventy seven. Elvis was scheduled to do a series of live shows in the Northeast, and the day he died he was leaving for Portland, Maine, and two nights at the then brand new Cumberland County Civic Center there, then Utica, New York on the nineteenth, Syracuse the next night, the Nassau County Coliseum on Long Island on the twenty first, then Rupp Arena in Kentucky, Roanoke, Virginia, two stops in North Carolina, and wrapping up with two nights at the Memphis Mid South Coylseum. Having lived through the end, I have to say that by this point Elvis Presley was something of a self parody. Arriving at one concert he fell out of the limo. He was enormous, he could barely sing, and when he sang, he was now essentially a country Western singer, and not a very good one. We had an album oriented commercial rock station run by Cornell students in Ithaca, New York, and I do not remember ever hearing an Elvis song played during one of the regular shows, maybe on the Saturday night Oldie Show, but the thought of playing hound Dog or Jailhouse Rock, which are genuine rock and roll classics, would have provoked laughter or maybe a walkout by the disc jockeys. So when our advertising sales manager walked into my office in July nineteen seventy seven and said, we have a one hundred spot by from Elvis Presley's concert promoter, there was only one possible answer to this. Why. Well, it turned out we were an hour or so from the War Memorial Coliseum in Syracuse, where Elvis was to play on August twentieth, and the promoters had bought time on every radio station that played music between Syracuse and US. They got out a map, pulled out a protractor, and drew a circle representing a sixty mile radius. There we were WVBRFM, Antha of New York, out at the edge. That summer, I was the operations director of the station. I was in charge, filling in for the general manager who had a summer job in Rochester, New York, Larry Epstein. Why Larry thought I would be good at this I will never never know. In any event, the sales manager next asked me who on earth could do an Elvis commercial on a rock station that was known for playing entire Jethro Tull album sides after eleven at night. I said, I had no idea somebody who would want the five percent commission for making the ads, And he said, how about you? The buck does stop here, right, And he handed me the script they wanted, and I swallowed hard and read it out loud. And I don't still have a copy of that original script, but I know this is a real cur close recreation, because you don't forget something like imagining the impact of this playing on the coolest FM rock radio station in four adjoining counties. Here goes Elvis, Elvis, Elvis Live Live Live, Elvis Presley, though one and only the immortal Elvis Live at the Onondaga County War Memortal Auto Tournament, Syracuse ELBS Elvis Elvis one night only, Saturday Night, August twentieth Elvis ELBS Elvis Live Live Live. Yeah, turned out, of course it was Elvis, Elvis, Elvis dead, dead dead anyway. There was something in there about prices and where he could send a letter in a self address stamped envelope for tickets, and it was supposed to be done in full reverb, that old time am radio echo effect defect effect. I think they wanted one or two soundful pops from Elvis's greatest hits, and I wondered if in our library of five thousand or so records in the back we even had Elvis's greatest hits. And I'm not exaggerating about that script. There were at least two dozen exclamation points on that page. We would not have put on a commercial with that many exclamation points in it, even if it was for a Beatles reunion live in our back studio. We can't run this, I told the sales manager. They want everything in the A schedule. The sales manager said, meaning they were paying our top rate. Did you ask korn? I asked, invoking our program director Glenn Cornelius. He says, we can run it. No Elvis songs in it. But and I said, not like this. Did you call them? Well, they let us tone it down a little, and he said, the account is yours. Rewrite it. Tone it down if they say, yes, this is what fifty bucks for you. Now, don't laugh about the fifty bucks in nineteen seventy seven money in Ethica, New York. My rent that summer per month was fifty one bucks. So I toned it down. Turned out the promoters didn't give a crap if I toned it down. They just wanted something played about Elvis every hour. I recorded it, and soon the mystified listeners of the coolest FM rock station in four adjoining counties, we're hearing my flat, still slightly nasal, eighteen year old voice saying the same thing like six seven times a day, and like everything else. I made a copy of this. Now I swear. I used to record my broadcast and listen to them later and say, I've got to get better. Am I getting better? This doesn't sound better? So I still have this on a cassette, and I have a cassette player. So here it is Elvis. Elvis, Elvis Live Live, Live, toned down, tone down, toned down.

Elvis Presley Live at the War Memorial Auditorium in Syracuse, Saturday, August twentieth, at eight thirty pm. Tickets priced at fifteen dollars, twelve fifty and ten dollars plus twenty five cents per ticket service charge. So kits are on sale now at the auditorium box office and by mail. Send a self address Stanton Flow to ell this Auditorium MOX Office, five fifteen Montgomery Street, Syracuse, one three two oh two. That's Elvis Live at the War Memorial in Syracuse, August twentieth.

Elvis Presley Live at the War Memorial Auditorium in Syracuse, Saturday, August twentieth, at eight thirty pm. Tickets priced at fifteen dollars, twelve fifty and ten dollars plus twenty five cents per ticket service charge. So kits are on sale now at the auditorium box office and by mail. Send a self address Stanton Flow to ell this Auditorium MOX Office, five fifteen Montgomery Street, Syracuse, one three two oh two. That's Elvis Live at the War Memorial in Syracuse, August twentieth.

Hey, kid, you have a deviated septum. Actually it's not bad for age eighteen. Anyway, there were people I knew then at the station and in town that lovely summer of nineteen seventy seven who just assumed, who just told me that they assumed that that commercial was some kind of satire or gag on my part. So at least we knew they were listening. So this is how this turns out. We did a nightly half hour newscast called World Report at five point thirty every day, and it was a good newscast, and that title was neither ironic nor undeserved. We were affiliated with ABC Radio. We ran the Howard Cosell sports commentary every night. We had a stock report, we had local reporters. I did a sports cast, and our news director and my friend of forty seven years, Peter Shaw, who is still on the board of directors of the radio station and still in the business at CNBC, he did the news. Pete had just gone into our main announced booth and I was just polishing my sports copy when every bell on our United Press International Wire Service teletype machine went off. And this is where that timeless question I mentioned several minutes ago comes into play the UPI bulletin five twenty eight pm. I think datelined Memphis, Tennessee, urgent music legend Elvis Presley dead, aged forty two. As the clanging of the bulletin bells faded in the background, I ripped the death notice off the wire and sprinted. I could still sprint. Then to Pete's announce booth. The sweep hand of the giant clock right in front of him, so giant it was twice the size of my head was nearing the twelve. I think this is your new lead, Pete. I'll run in whatever else they send, and I jammed the door open and closed. He read the copy, looked up at me, listened as the disc jockey introduced him, and pausing only to separate the wise crack from his actual broadcast, he said, does this mean you don't get paid? Good evening? I'm Peter Shack now, and this is world report Elvis Presley has died, a bulletin report from United Press International, et cetera. I then raced into our main studio to physically remove my commercial from the rack of cartridges in which the ads all sat because my main concern now was that it had to be scheduled to play soon on our air, maybe in the middle of the newscast. And honestly, the last thing we needed was me on tape suddenly appearing on the air saying Elvis Presley Live.

Hey, kid, you have a deviated septum. Actually it's not bad for age eighteen. Anyway, there were people I knew then at the station and in town that lovely summer of nineteen seventy seven who just assumed, who just told me that they assumed that that commercial was some kind of satire or gag on my part. So at least we knew they were listening. So this is how this turns out. We did a nightly half hour newscast called World Report at five point thirty every day, and it was a good newscast, and that title was neither ironic nor undeserved. We were affiliated with ABC Radio. We ran the Howard Cosell sports commentary every night. We had a stock report, we had local reporters. I did a sports cast, and our news director and my friend of forty seven years, Peter Shaw, who is still on the board of directors of the radio station and still in the business at CNBC, he did the news. Pete had just gone into our main announced booth and I was just polishing my sports copy when every bell on our United Press International Wire Service teletype machine went off. And this is where that timeless question I mentioned several minutes ago comes into play the UPI bulletin five twenty eight pm. I think datelined Memphis, Tennessee, urgent music legend Elvis Presley dead, aged forty two. As the clanging of the bulletin bells faded in the background, I ripped the death notice off the wire and sprinted. I could still sprint. Then to Pete's announce booth. The sweep hand of the giant clock right in front of him, so giant it was twice the size of my head was nearing the twelve. I think this is your new lead, Pete. I'll run in whatever else they send, and I jammed the door open and closed. He read the copy, looked up at me, listened as the disc jockey introduced him, and pausing only to separate the wise crack from his actual broadcast, he said, does this mean you don't get paid? Good evening? I'm Peter Shack now, and this is world report Elvis Presley has died, a bulletin report from United Press International, et cetera. I then raced into our main studio to physically remove my commercial from the rack of cartridges in which the ads all sat because my main concern now was that it had to be scheduled to play soon on our air, maybe in the middle of the newscast. And honestly, the last thing we needed was me on tape suddenly appearing on the air saying Elvis Presley Live.

But the War Memorial Auditorium in Syracuse Saturday, August twentieth at eight thirty pm, tickets priced the ten dollars.

But the War Memorial Auditorium in Syracuse Saturday, August twentieth at eight thirty pm, tickets priced the ten dollars.

Twelve more like the Elvis Memorial, Am I right? So that was my concern. It was not Peter shack Now's. Well. I was frantically looking for my Elvis commercial kart and we were playing an ABC News report from correspond at Russell Spur in Hong Kong. Pete spoke over an intercom from the announcementoth and he asked me again, no, seriously, does this mean you don't get paid for the commercials? Guess what it sure as hell did mean I wouldn't get paid to this day now, forty five freaking years. Maybe Elvis is dead, maybe he's alive, Maybe he can be found sitting home all alone, age eighty seven. If you can't come around, at least please tell the phone. I don't know. I don't care. All I know is Elvis Presley. You owe me money. I've done all the damage I can do here. Thank you, thank you very much, Thank you very much for listening. Here are the credits. Most of the music arrange produced and performed by Brian Ray and John Phillip Chanel who are the countdown musical All orchestration and keyboards by John Phillip Scheneil guitars, bass and drums by Brian Ray, produced by TKO Brothers. The scarves handed to Me about Charla Hodge, Charla Hodge, everybody. Other Beethoven selections have been arranged and performed by the group No Horns Allowed. Sports music is the Olberman theme from ESPN two, and it was written by Mitch Warren Davis courtesy of ESPN Inc. Musical comments by Nancy Fauss. The best baseball stadium organist ever. Our announcer today was my friend Stevie van Zant. Everything else was pretty much my fault except the scarves handed to me by Charla Hodge. Charla Hodge, everybody that's countdown for this the nine hundred and forty sixth day since Donald Trump's first attempted coup against the democratically elected government of the United States arrest him again. I always still can. The next scheduled countdown is tomorrow. Bulletin says the news warrants till then. I'm Keith Olderman. Good morning, good afternoon, goodnight, and goodlie Buck. Countdown with Keith Olderman is a production of iHeartRadio. For more podcasts from iHeartRadio, visit the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.

Twelve more like the Elvis Memorial, Am I right? So that was my concern. It was not Peter shack Now's. Well. I was frantically looking for my Elvis commercial kart and we were playing an ABC News report from correspond at Russell Spur in Hong Kong. Pete spoke over an intercom from the announcementoth and he asked me again, no, seriously, does this mean you don't get paid for the commercials? Guess what it sure as hell did mean I wouldn't get paid to this day now, forty five freaking years. Maybe Elvis is dead, maybe he's alive, Maybe he can be found sitting home all alone, age eighty seven. If you can't come around, at least please tell the phone. I don't know. I don't care. All I know is Elvis Presley. You owe me money. I've done all the damage I can do here. Thank you, thank you very much, Thank you very much for listening. Here are the credits. Most of the music arrange produced and performed by Brian Ray and John Phillip Chanel who are the countdown musical All orchestration and keyboards by John Phillip Scheneil guitars, bass and drums by Brian Ray, produced by TKO Brothers. The scarves handed to Me about Charla Hodge, Charla Hodge, everybody. Other Beethoven selections have been arranged and performed by the group No Horns Allowed. Sports music is the Olberman theme from ESPN two, and it was written by Mitch Warren Davis courtesy of ESPN Inc. Musical comments by Nancy Fauss. The best baseball stadium organist ever. Our announcer today was my friend Stevie van Zant. Everything else was pretty much my fault except the scarves handed to me by Charla Hodge. Charla Hodge, everybody that's countdown for this the nine hundred and forty sixth day since Donald Trump's first attempted coup against the democratically elected government of the United States arrest him again. I always still can. The next scheduled countdown is tomorrow. Bulletin says the news warrants till then. I'm Keith Olderman. Good morning, good afternoon, goodnight, and goodlie Buck. Countdown with Keith Olderman is a production of iHeartRadio. For more podcasts from iHeartRadio, visit the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts.