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Written by Scott Meadow
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Friday, 21 May 2004 (read 24701 times) |
IRREVERENT Magazine (ISSN 1932-4952) is a political humor and satire magazine published by IRREVERENT Publishing LLC based in Wisconsin, USA. Among other things, IRREVERENT is an gaggle of writers gathered around being funny, free expression, cultural examination, political wackiness, and palming your meds if the writing is any indication.
 IRREVERENT Magazine has a long and glorious history of examining American culture through a fun-house mirror. Readers are encouraged to click around and see for yourselves. Chances are, if you hold something sacred, we've sneezed all over it somewhere around here.
IRREVERENT is always interested in networking with other zines, blogs or other oddities that share some part of our distinctly slanted view. Contact us to hook something up.
Yes, We're Recruiting
IRREVERENT is also always looking for writers who share our distinctly slated views. Political affiliation is not a prerequisite, nor is nationality, ethnicity, creed, blah blah blah, we don't care: what does matter, however, is that you see things in a strange, unique, and wonderful way. Write something terribly witty and insightful and send it to us.
The History
 IRREVERENT was started in 1993 by Scott and Tyrone in America with $18,000 and the bold (stupid? moronic? hopeless?) idea that there just weren't enough original humor magazines around with a national scope. We culled writers from across America, mostly old college drinking buddies, got some office space and began laying out the very first issue. The office was cool because it had a big, abandoned safe in the back, which we used to keep beer and garbage cold. Certainly not to keep our money....
Using a contact in the Colorado book publishing underworld, we were able to wrangle up enough advertising support to feed our Spearmint Gum habit, but not enough to actually fund the rag. This, it turns out, was going to become a recurring theme.
A short while later we discovered that, in fact, there really were enough original humor magazines around with a national scope, if our flatlined sales were any indicator. So we closed up shop in print and reopened on the fledgling World Wide Web, Al Gore having invented it mere hours beforehand.
The Early Years
 Hard as it is to believe, in the early nineties the web was basically a bunch of universities with text-only websites you'd have to travel to via Lynx, a text web browser. Needless to say, the audience was small and unsophisticated, not nearly as whiny as today's webheads. By the time Netscape released it's first graphical browser in December 1994, we were all very relieved. Some of us physically jumped for joy. We partied long into the night and woke up somewhere outside Topeka, Kansas without pants or underwear, our wallets gone, our heads pounding like a jackhammer and our eyebrows completely missing.
A Period of Transition
 By the time 1998 staggered around, IRREVERENT Online went through another overhaul and relaunched as a satirical news zine, infrequently updated but funnier than a bag of cats. We took advantage of all the bells and whistles of the more sophisticated browsers, by which I mean we added color. After we were shined up and ready to go, we launched in late 1998 to a wide-ranging audience of 4 people, 2 of whom thought we were a porn site.
Someone funny was President in the U.S., which gave us plenty of ammo to burn through. But someone funny is always President.
The Modern Era
Coinciding nicely with the 2000 Presidential Chad RoundupTM, IRREVERENT went through another upgrade and incorporated many so-called features like boxes and poorly drawn toons. And we added some more lunatics to staff.
Yet despite all that our readership continued to grow faster than the national deficit, and before long there were over 16,000 of you each year reading our demented, delusional ramblings. So where were you guys in 1993?
 Today...And Beyond The Infinite
Today IRREVERENT is published from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, a town with a blood alcohol content that would've killed Louie Anderson, not that location matters anymore since I can now read from a Chinese newspaper faster than I can finish scratching my privates.
The writers are still all over the country and still at varying degrees of insanity. But I wouldn't have it any other way. And neither would you, since you've read this far without stopping to jerk off to that Paris Hilton porno you sick bastard. And put down that bong, unless you're willing to share.
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