Welcome to Dick Bulger! Here’s an introduction for our antifascist friends in Boston, this sunny but cold No Kings Day, March 28 2026!
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Dick Bulger did not arrive on this earth as a normal man. He emerged, fully formed, from a cloud of cigarette smoke, roast beef grease, cheap beer vapor, and poorly grounded radio equipment somewhere in greater Boston. If you scanned a QR code and ended up here, you are probably wondering whether this is a joke, a mental health event, or a federally unlicensed broadcast experiment. The answer is yes.
First, a little context. CB radio means “Citizens Band” radio: short-range, weirdly democratic, gloriously unpolished radio chatter for truckers, insomniacs, mechanics, eccentrics, and the occasional backyard philosopher with a bad antenna and too much time. It is part hobby, part performance art, part accidental sociology project. People use nicknames, argue about radios, yell over each other, tell stories, spread nonsense, and occasionally reveal more about the human condition than anyone intended.
Now enter Dick Bulger.
Dick is not a hero in the conventional sense. He is a sleazy, overcaffeinated, nicotine-pickled CB operator and ham radio degenerate with a belly full of roast beef sandwiches, a head full of conspiracy static, and a spiritual bond with warm Michelob. He lives as if every day is a minor emergency caused by bad wiring, bad judgment, and a sandwich consumed too close to sensitive electronics. He is frequently underemployed, almost certainly underwashed, and permanently overcommitted to the bit.
His look is part Southie cryptid, part beachside burnout, part escaped barstool prophet: scally cap, dark sunglasses, scruffy white beard, stained Revere Beach shirt, cigarette hanging on for dear life. He has the energy of a man who might spend three hours “modifying” a radio with a butter knife, then blame global elites when the smoke comes out.
Politically, Dick is a mess, which is part of the point. He is surrounded by the kind of loudmouthed grievance-addled right-wing radio cranks who worship strongmen, marinate in anger, and mistake cruelty for personality. Dick himself often stumbles through that same sludge of macho nonsense and conspiracy rot. But unlike the fully committed authoritarian weirdos, he is too ridiculous, too porous, too human, and too easily seduced by basic solidarity to ever quite become one of them. Somewhere beneath the nicotine stains and malfunctioning bravado is a dope who can still be reached.
That’s the joke, and maybe also the thesis.
Dick Bulger is a parody of the blustering reactionary radio goblin type: the guy yelling into the mic like civilization depends on his opinion about antennas, immigrants, masculinity, or what’s “wrong with America,” when really he just needs a nap, a vegetable, and several decades of therapy. He is what happens when grievance culture meets low-budget electronics and never once consults a licensed professional. He is absurd, gross, chaotic, sometimes strangely lovable, and forever one warm beer away from either a breakthrough or a small fire.
So what is going on here?
This is a world of CB radio nonsense, antifascist mockery, failing masculinity, accidental humanity, and the long comic collapse of the authoritarian tough-guy act. It is a place where swagger is fake, radios are real, and every self-important loudmouth eventually reveals himself to be a damp little goblin yelling through static. Dick Bulger is one of those goblins, except on rare occasions he accidentally wanders into decency, usually following the scent of free food, free beer, or a cause he barely understands but somehow supports anyway.
In other words: welcome to the frequency.
You are not required to understand all of it. Frankly, understanding too much may be a warning sign. Just know that CB radio is the medium, Dick Bulger is the specimen, and the whole enterprise is best approached the way one approaches a raccoon holding a microphone: cautiously, curiously, and with deep respect for the possibility that things are about to get very stupid.
Buy a CB radio and join Dick and company for all of the laughs, tears and heart-string tugging moments on the air trolling Magaloids! CB radio is hilarious and completely anonymous in a way the internet can never provide. Use it for all of your antifa communications!
Feel free to email Dick for technical tips and support if you need it!
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