As always, it happened from an undisclosed location in the middle of the night. Late night had been a time for satirical entertainment decades previously so it was only fitting that someone take up the torch again in the same time slot. Plenty of people were trying to hunt down the source of the broadcasts so it was prudent to perform at a time of night where it'd be harder to do so. Sifting through the slums under cover of night wasn't likely to be easy or desirable owing to the multiple dangers inherent in it. Though a bit rough it was best to do it from changing locations in order to avoid being pinned down by those hunters as well. Drive them crazy trying to find you, just another thorn in the paw as it were. Those in the know tuned whatever listening device they had to the rumored frequency for the evening and received the crackle of static, followed by a familiar song.

As the music eventually faded out, the Voice of the Voiceless came in, "Good evening, good morning my friends in the Dome, outside in the wastes and everywhere in between! This is your friend, your bestest buddy in the whole damn world, ally of the forlorn, Voice of the Voiceless, M! C! PUUUUNK!"

A pause, then, "Tonight I'd like to get us started with a bit of discussion on official policies that have just been instituted. Starting today the generous Military benefactors have announced that additional rationing may be needed in light of recent attacks on trading caravans. There have certainly been some attacks on such things recently but this just comes across as a little fishy. The supplies they'd be rationing are all generated within the Dome. One hundred percent of them. Did you ever stop to wonder if maybe they're letting these caravans get attacked so they can have that as an excuse to keep more for themselves? So that their soldiers can live in some cushy option while your children starve to death? I just have to applaud the greenbacks for this move, it's a supremely selfish and cruel dick move. Well played!"

Some clapping could be heard, followed by, "Which brings me to my first song dedication of the evening. Everyone knows I like to scour the past for music that might entertain you folks, make you think or at least make somebody mad at me. That last part's a gift, by the way. Tonight I have a song I'd like to play in honor of the protector of the Dome, leader of the last remnant of 'Murica, who thinks so well of her citizens. After all where would her cannon fodder come from? If she's not too busy doing something entirely unsavory under her desk, maybe she'll even hear it. For the General and Military personnel who carry out her orders like good little stormtroopers, this one.. is for you." As soon as he finished, an old song began to play..