About the Podcast

Saint Gasoline is a comical news/opinion podcast devoted to forward-thinking, progressive issues in politics, science, skepticism, atheism, philosophy, and enraged feces-smearing. Interestingly, I have no formal training in any of these subjects (aside from enraged feces-smearing), so my commentary is totally unauthoritative, feeble, and marred by my incessant attempts at humor. Unlike the dry humor one may find in certain locales, the humor content of this site tends to be more of the wet variety, centering boldly around bodily fluids and other hilarious substances, like urine, combined with poorly elucidated and badly mischaracterized intellectualism.  Some have called the style avant-nerd, some have proclaimed it disgusting, while still others simply say nothing, their only commentary consisting of stifled gurgles of repressed vomit.

In general, I release one episode per week. Or whatever suits my fancy. My fancy can be hard to suit sometimes.

In a previous life, Saint Gasoline was once a poorly drawn webcomic (you may access the badly organized archives here) that specialized in skeptical humor and jokes about flatulence.

About the Host

The host/author of Saint Gasoline is Dustin Martinez, a legendary figure who currently resides in St. Louis, where he wastes his day away doing absolutely nothing aside from angrily yelling at the kids who trespass on his yard and occassionally going to work. Dustin received a bachelor’s degree in English from the University of Missouri—St. Louis.  As of 2009, he still has no idea what utility this degree is supposed to serve, although it seems to work reasonably well as a makeshift coaster. When not arguing with idiots online, reading in preparation to argue with idiots online, and in general saturating himself in a metaphysical, Hegelian goo of synthesized idiot-arguing, Dustin can be found playing with his dog, attempting unsuccessfully to say humorous things into a microphone, and incessantly referring to himself in the third-person, sometimes even inventing a fourth-person pronoun and using it with wild inconsistency when yawr’s feeling particularly randy. (If you missed that, the word yawr’s is my invented fourth-person pronoun, and it refers to groups of 2.3 people or people contained within other people, like siamese twins with partially formed fetus attachments, a person who was recently eaten by another person, or those little russian dolls with a succession of increasingly tiny women under each layer.  It’s high time our prejudiced society recognized marginilized groups of 2.3 people and people contained within other people!) Dustin refuses to state his age because no one would believe it given the adolescent immaturity of his writings and because he is too lazy to accept the daunting necessity of updating this page yearly, so instead he offers only his year of birth, which is 1982.

This is not just a random picture of some cool dude.  It is a picture of a random cool dude named Dustin Martinez (that is, me)! His facial hair is in disarray because of a shaving accident and his use of a funhouse mirror in the bathroom.

Be sure to check out some of my merchandise at the SHOP link on the sidebar, like my Unintelligent Design t-shirt, which is based on one of my most popular comics.

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Questions? Comments? Ideas for a post? Requests for sex? Drop me a line at saintgasoline @ saintgasoline.com. Don’t be shy, now!