It's Monday, December 20th, and the word of the day is Eterath, which means the feeling

of emptiness after a long and arduous process is finally complete, leaving you relieved

that it's over, but missing the stress that gave you an organized mission with a purpose

at every moment. Using a sentence, I'll get some Eterath on my epitaph. Great, but I'm dead.

Yeah, I'll worry about that shit after I killed a six-fingered man, thank you very much.

And that's why I never work hard on anything. No, Eptosmash or whatever the fuck he called it.

Yeah, right. I'm no illusions.

Ah, me, Lai Bosnick. Ah, me, then, right. And Broadcasting Delayed from America's Far

Center. We are the Skeptocrats.

On this week's episode, Noah gives up a cool space story to talk about itty. It's

irradiating themselves. E-Lai gives up important political stories to talk about syrup.

We celebrate the end of the year with a very special

apocalypse tacular. But first, the rest of the intro music.

Joining me for headlines tonight are my fellow Skeptocrats,

no illusions in E-Lai Bosnick. Gentlemen, Mary, almost Christmas. Very excited.

Any holiday cheer you'd like to spread before we, you know, talk about reality?

If holiday cheer is the only thing that spreads this Christmas, it'll be a miracle.

Yes, not as too late.

Speaking of which, what's the, I get to forcibly vaccinate you a version of mistletoe?

I need the sky, the sky. There you go. Speaking of which, again, in our lead story tonight,

what the fuck are you people doing?

There's still a goddamn pandemic on impact from what we're seeing at this point.

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