About Us – The SpinTaxi Story
Welcome to SpinTaxi Magazine, America’s longest-running, least-factual publication since 1947. We were born in the golden age of misinformation — right between Truman’s poker night and the invention of margarine. Our founder, Harold “Rusty” Bluffstein, once described satire as “a truth sandwich between two slices of pure nonsense.” We’ve been serving that meal lukewarm ever since.
From our humble beginnings as a mimeographed bulletin stapled to phone poles in Washington D.C., SpinTaxi has evolved into a global disinformation institution—dedicated to the sacred art of exaggeration, irony, and reckless citation.
Our Mission
At SpinTaxi, our mission is to confuse with class, mock with meaning, and lie better than the truth ever could. We publish satire so sharp it requires a tetanus shot. Whether lampooning billionaires, bureaucrats, or your aunt’s Facebook group, our editorial goal is simple: make the absurd sound plausible and the plausible sound absolutely batshit.
Our Values
- Irony First: If it isn’t ironic, it isn’t printed.
- Equal Opportunity Offense: Left, right, center—we offend in alphabetical order.
- Satire with Consent: We only punch up, and only after signing the waiver.
- Journalistic Integrity: We keep ours in a mason jar next to the bourbon.
Legacy & Impact
Over the decades, SpinTaxi has racked up an impressive list of accomplishments:
- Blacklisted by five U.S. Presidents and two Vatican envoys.
- Accidentally sparked a goat-led rebellion in rural Kentucky (1978).
- Cited in therapy sessions more than CNN and Fox News combined.
- Successfully sued by both Big Mustard and a psychic dolphin (both cases settled out of court).
What Makes SpinTaxi Different?
We don’t chase clicks. We chase confused laughter. Unlike traditional media outlets, we’re not beholden to facts, logic, or common sense. Our staff is comprised of reformed journalists, recovering academics, ex-reality TV contestants, and three people who claim to be time travelers from the Ford administration.
Our satire isn’t just entertainment — it’s disorientation therapy for a world addicted to seriousness. We help you laugh when crying feels inevitable, and we do it wearing a clown nose made of Pulitzer dreams.
Our Promise
If you find SpinTaxi confusing, disturbing, or accidentally profound—then we’re doing our job. We promise never to sell out to Big Truth or Small Satire. We remain independently owned, moderately sober, and aggressively sarcastic.
Contact Us
SpinTaxi Magazine
2600 Virginia Ave NW
Washington, DC 20037
(214) 875-1305
VWXV+VQ Washington, District of Columbia
Contact: Alan Nafzger ([email protected])
SpinTaxi: Confusing America Since Truman.