Welcome to PRIMAL SCREAM with Joanna Coles
Let's get into it. And let's get loud.
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I’m Joanna Coles, and yes, we’re here to make a commotion. Because this moment doesn’t need another banal explainer or bloodless policy memo, it needs someone to say what’s actually happening in our governing class.
What we’re seeing is a daily parade of chaotic appetites: lust, greed, envy, ambition, pride, betrayal, and wrath. The seven deadly sins didn’t disappear; they just hired better publicists.
So, here’s what we’re doing: we’re prising open the motivations behind the Trump era circus and everything spinning around it—the billionaires, the beauty myths, the boardroom knife fights, the reinventions, the scandals, the collapses.
I’m going to be covering politics as theater, wellness as religion, and power as the only currency that really matters. And yes, we’ll be tracking America’s new golden age of grifters. I’ll also be sharing recommendations: what I’m scrolling, snapping, watching, reading, wearing, avoiding—and absolutely giving the side-eye.
Expect live conversations with sharp minds, power players, and plenty of back-and-forth with you. This should be a dialogue. I want to know what you’re noticing, what’s making your jaw drop, what’s making you ecstatic, and what’s making you furious.
No whispering allowed. Get ready with me to primal scream.



I'm a massive fan from all the way down south at the bottom of Africa. Watched every ITH from the first post to date. The chemistry of the two of you is addictive. If you're ever in Cape Town, a coffee or dinner on me...
I’m an avid follower of Inside Trumps Head. Now there’s the delightful Primal Scream as well. As an Anglo tuning in from England I enjoy your transatlantic vocab and point of view.
Such crazy days and one thought it could not get worse. World War 3 beckons in addition to unresolved Ukraine conflict. What makes me feel more joyful today : the arrival of spring in England. Hosts of golden daffodils in my local park and birdsong as I walk home. The shoots of bulbs planted in winter emerging. The unfurling bright new foliage in my small urban garden. All of which signals hope. Best wishes Antonia