Shad Olson is threatening to “start naming names,” while claiming hundreds of women have “sent him the goods.”

Pat Powers

Campaign consultant, one-man Air Supply cover band, and occasional TV newsreader Shad Olson went off on a rant a few days ago grousing about people trying to discredit him.

And you’d better listen up, because he claims that women desire him, and people are shaming him…

Or, maybe I just empty the contents of MY inbox and sow divorce, dissension and marital discord into about 200 marriages involving unhappy wives who’ve had a glass or two too many and sent me the goods while watching me on the 10pm news. Don’t worry, ladies. Never would.

The real kicker is….every single person, in every single scenario named above is a flaming liberal porkchop. And yet, despite what I know, I’ve never once used that information as a political weapon.

That’s who I am.

And you. You’re so desperate to discredit me, you’re on my page and elsewhere spreading lies and stupidity and waving your mentally challenged hypocritical shaming finger in my direction, while your glass house begs for a slingshot and a pocket full of stones provided eagerly by people who know your secrets, too and are sick of your crazy.

So, you’re all stupid, and you should knock it of, or he’s going to “start naming names” and telling tales. Read it…  well, you can just read it all below.

It’s kind of hard to wrap your arms around some of it, but the BS meter is definitely blaring when you’re reading his claim that “about 200” unhappy wives have “sent him the goods” while watching him on the 10pm news.   Unless there’s a secret community of women who have a thing for dudes whose eyes are too close together and prattle on about themselves.

The election is tomorrow, so there’s definitely better entertainment available.

Turning the channel…

19 thoughts on “Shad Olson is threatening to “start naming names,” while claiming hundreds of women have “sent him the goods.””

  1. Is this all because Shad was caught sending that lude message to the Flirt Girls dancers? He’s really losing it.

    (Allegedly sent that message. I believe Shad claims he was hacked, if I’m reading correctly. And Flaunt Girls, not Flirt -editor)

  2. It’s not that hard to wrap one’s mind around some of what was said. The swinger’s parties really aren’t that secretive, I’ve been asked by a married co-worker to join her at one. From what she said, Tea, SD is the place to be if you want a free STD;)

      1. Exactly what I said. Become “friends” with the them on FB and you get to see pics of the parties.

  3. More like “sent him the BADS.” Am I right?

    By the way, Shad, if you’re going to continue mocking others for their supposed intellectual inferiority, you’ll probably want to know that the chief executive of an educational institution is a principal, not a principle.

    Good job calling out the government schools though. They’re satanic hellholes.

  4. I’m confused. Why is he asserting being a golfer is the path to perdition?

    It’s the bowlers who wear other peoples shoes and all. And, have you ever observed people playing bridge. They have some really suspicious sounding terminology. A moysian fit? Passout seat? Table feel? It has to be dirty.

    2. If you’ve ever worked as a bartender or pool attendant at a golf club, it’s not that confusing. At first you’re surprised people engage in such things and talk so openly about it, but when you’re constantly treated as if you don’t exist you get to hear about many unbelievable activities.

  6. For a long time, I thought maybe Dr. Boz was the most narcissistic person around, but I think she’s been surpassed by this nut job.

  9. Are you sure he’s not preparing to transition into a second career as a “shock jock”? Even Howard Stern would think this guy is muy creepy!

  10. All kidding aside, if anyone reading this is using meth, please get help now. It’s poison. It’s the plague. Unless you quit, you’ll destroy yourself and everything you care about. No, I have not tried it, but I worked enough years in the justice system to see its inevitable consequences: tendrils of pain & loss which extend far beyond the countless individual lives wrecked. Meth –> mothers, fathers, daughters, & sons weeping in the courtroom or at the funeral. Seek help though your pastor/ church/ synagogue/ mosque or at

    http://dss.sd.gov/behavioralhealth/community/treatmentservices.aspx

    here endith the lecture. God bless.

  11. I must not get out enough. I never heard of Shad Olson and after looking him up, I still don’t know much except he seems to be a tin foiler.

  12. So, it’s long overdue, but inevitable nonetheless. I’ve treated responding to this pile of sniveling dog snot in much the same way that I dread wading into spring pasture for debris cleanup and field sweep. But it is what is. Pat Powers manure spreader only aims at his betters. Jealousy is the ultimate Green New Deal renewable fuel. Endless supplies reserved for the eternally out of reach. Vroom vroom.

    Leave it to Pat, and to all the rest of the double digit intelligentsia of South Dakota establismentarians to sort through 20 years of news-that-doesn’t-make-the-news regarding endemic corruption, embedded and overlooked scandal and intrigue, sex trade, drug traffic, personal shenanigans and general social detritus….and produce a bona fide bull excrement headline fixating on the amount of female attention received via social media by one television news personality over a 25 year career.

    It’s a multidimensional revelation about Pat’s frame of mind…and of course, his own personal deprivations. Maybe ask Don Jorgensen for some useful comparative context. Not that you ever would. It’s rudimentary sense that people speaking nightly to 100,000 viewers in their bedrooms probably get treated in ways that a no name blogger undertaking the denuded behest of the South Dakota GOP machinery wouldn’t ever experience. My condolences, PP.

    As context clearly shows, it was mentioned out of bemused jest and contempt, not out of even a shred of braggadocio. It’s nothing to be envied.

    A few things, not that we’d ever expect actual investigative analysis or initiative from hallowed confines of the SDGOP cube mole blogosphere, but you might ask DCI or the FBI how many methamphetamine arrests and overall disruption of the western South Dakota Mexican drug trade were inflicted as a result of the investigative piece published by me and only hinted at in this particular post. At last count it’s 50 and rising. Maybe Dan and Matt will talk to you. I could put in a good word. Wink.

    It’d be a real shame if Pat’s stock-in-trade ever rose to actually covering anything other than the decade late press releases of South Dakota’s location of the GOP-KFC political fast food franchise. But that too, might require retrieving his testicles and cerebral convex from the Clorox cup on John Thune’s DC nightstand. (The one at his apartment, not his “friend’s,” in Sioux Falls.)

    During Neal Tapio’s congressional campaign, he drove me to continual distraction, walking around on hand wrung eggshells, quiveringly verklempt at the notion of getting on the wrong side of “Pat Powers,” or Dan Lederman or Dave Roetman, eternally concerned about provocative portrayal of the same pedestrian partisan slantery reserved for the likes of Stace Nelson and Lora Hubbel. It was tragic hilarity to watch. I didn’t then and never could empathize.

    I told him repeatedly that for all but the few Lindsey Grahamified doofuses inhabiting the pale pink hallows of the RINO reserve of the worthlessly compromised political mainstream, Pat’s good wishes and positive spin would be something to rightfully shun, scorn and potentially, officially disavow with all the avoidance of a millstone life preserver at Oahe or a David Duke endorsement.

    So…ten unsolicited, unanswered girly snaps a year might seem a great embellishment to you, Pat, and for that, you certainly have my pity, along with my ever present admiration for steadfast continence of virtue, piety and professional esteem. You missed about 240 more interesting points with the intentionally obtuse density of Alexandria Occasionally Dressed.

    The aforementioned list of lists, complete with names has been appropriately secreted to several close friends to ensure safe keeping. Smart guys with more acumen than exhibited in toto by the lost tribe of moronic scriveners that inhabit here.

    Feel free to continue bashing away though, governor. It’s smart Alexa baseball given that my clout score and Google penetration dwarf yours in similar fashion to my inbox full of drunk text affection. Still so very glad I didn’t take your job.

    Regards,

    Shad Olson

    1. I’d pay good money to watch a movie with this guy and Jeff Lassle hopping into a cadillac eldorado and heading to vegas to cover a desert off-road race.

    2. Aren’t we blessed that Shad comes along 4 months later to tell us he’s our better?

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