All right, all right, all right, all right. I hope you're doing well this afternoon.

It's time for some philosophy, my friends, and it's time to put some myths, lies, falsehoods,

manipulations, and propaganda to rest in eternal peace, in eternal logical shredded pieces.

It is time to hear from you, my friends, and it is time to take some relish in the squealing

of those who are now shocked and appalled, shocked and appalled,

that there could be some possible potential,

factual reality, any kind of blowback,

for whatever wild words they happen to put out there

in deep-nealing praise of the Moloch Guard of Political Violence.

What kind of bizarre, Bruce Lee,

mirrored Mays echo chambers do you have to live in

to the point where you are beyond shocked and appalled

that there might be some negative repercussions

for doing a sick little demonic TikTok dance because a reasoned political

debater got shot through the arteries. It's bizarre to me. Listen, I'm no lawyer, and I think we're

mostly talking about the U.S. here. I'm no lawyer, but it seems to me that if

somebody informs you that one of your employees worships and relishes violence, then I wonder if

that gives you some liability if they ever end up being violent in the workplace. And you had

foreknowledge of their predilection,

worship of, and bloody blade-licking of the joy of violence.

There's blowback.

Now, of course, and utterly predictably, it ain't so much fun

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