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Podcast Description: The Clay Edwards Show, Episode 1,010 – My Unfiltered Take on Reality Radio Welcome to the 1,010th episode of The Clay Edwards Show, where I, Clay Edwards, bring you my raw, unfiltered perspective live from the Men’s Health and Women’s Wellness Studio on 103.9 FM WYAB in Mississippi. I’m streaming worldwide on Facebook, X, YouTube, Rumble, wyab.com, TuneIn, and Alexa, delivering what I believe is the most incendiary dose of reality radio out there. This episode is personal, intense, and packed with my thoughts on the chaos around me, from local crises to mental health struggles, all served up with my no-holds-barred style.   I kick things off diving headfirst into the madness I’m seeing in Rankin County—a place I’m convinced is grappling with a full-blown mental health crisis. I’m talking about folks acting wild, blowing whistles, getting arrested multiple times in a single day, and seemingly chasing notoriety by clashing with law enforcement. I connect this to the fallout from the “goon squad” case, where I see ripple effects driving some to bizarre lengths, almost like they’re trying to manifest police brutality for fame or a payday. It’s mind-boggling to me, and I’m calling it out—some of these people need serious help, not a platform.   This ties into a bigger issue close to my heart, especially since it’s Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month. I get personal, sharing my own run-ins with disruptive individuals, including one I had to press charges against recently. I’m done ignoring these clowns who keep pushing into my life, and I’m urging their loved ones to stop enabling them. I’m blunt: if someone’s acting crazy, tell them to check into a facility and get help. I’ve seen too many men spiraling, and I’m not afraid to say it’s time to face those demons. I also reflect on a wild story that’s been on my mind—the “Liver King,” that social media influencer who crashed and burned after his steroid and growth hormone use was exposed. I see parallels with some local figures I deal with, folks who dodge accountability and let their mental health implode. I recount how this guy’s now making unhinged videos, threatening Joe Rogan, and sporting what I’m convinced is “meth face.” It’s a cautionary tale, and I’m drawing a line to the chaos I navigate daily, warning that ignoring mental health can lead to destruction.   Shifting to local tragedies, I pour my heart into correcting the record on Kayla Smith’s death on Interstate 220. I got some details wrong earlier, and I’m setting it straight: she wrecked after a blowout, called 911, and was hit by another car, killing her and injuring her son. I’m gutted by this—she was a selfless woman helping others, and I’m furious that Jackson’s 911 system failed her. Her mom got there before first responders, and I can’t help but wonder if faster action could’ve saved her. It’s a heartbreaking loss, and I’m mourning with her family.   Then there’s the story of Cara Perkins-Potter, a 23-year-old shot dead at a Jackson gas station while trying to protect a friend from domestic violence. As the granddaughter of a local civil rights activist, her death hits hard. I’m enraged at the “culture rot” I see fueling this violence—weak men who can’t control their emotions. I offer my condolences but don’t hold back on calling for the community to look inward. This is exactly the kind of senseless tragedy I fear when I think about the bright young people in Jackson’s streets.   I get vulnerable, too, sharing the toll this show takes on me. I’ve been at this for five years, catching flak and dealing with drama, like recent spats with local businesses that left me feeling like I had to defend myself. I’m human—I got sick, felt embarrassed, and lashed out when I shouldn’t have. I apologize for airing those grievances publicly and promise to move forward. But I also explain my headspace: sometimes, I feel like I’m everybody’s punching bag, and I’m learning when to swing back and when to let it