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This is cognitive dissonance.

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We bring critical thinking, skepticism, and irreverence to any topic that makes the news

makes it big or makes us mad. It's

skeptical. It's political. And there is no welcome at today. We're recording on Thursday, May the 26th.

You're listening to this on Thursday, June the something or other. Third or fourth or something.

Yeah, it doesn't really matter. You know what date is. Check your phone. We're having a good time today. Who knows what's happened between now and then, but we're having a good time now. Now. Now. Now. You know what? Like, this is like a carpe diem fucking, right? Because like if you don't carpe some deem,

you're screwed. If you don't seize them, if you have a good moment, if you're like, hey,

from 12 to 1.30 on Thursday, things were okay. That's how granular we have to be now. Like,

we're not looking at like being generationally all right. It almost feels like every time we do one of these shows, we're pulling ourselves away from one of the hundred stories we could have done in the regular show. Yeah, because there's so many. You don't have to do anything anymore. Yeah. You just hit the story tree one time and all of them fall out. Yeah. I feel like, you know that, You know that French term, like the call of the void? Yeah. You know, where it's just like, you know, I, I sound so quiet. I love the void. Like I, I'm very, look, I'm glad that I live in Illinois. It's like a snowy night. It's cold. It's silent. Just, man, I'll tell you what, when I turned 40, eight years ago, I turned 40.

Haley and I went to the Grand Canyon, I stood at the precipice of the edge of the world, and I looked down, and I had no urge to jump.

You know what?

I had no urge to jump.

And I don't know, I don't know, Cecil, that it would be wise for me to visit the grand game. Do not put me in that situation. Like if, like, if we went skydiving right now, like, I think I better go tandem. Yeah, I think I used to like, I used to. Don't put me in charge of surviving till tomorrow. I used to dread flying because I'd be like, oh, man, I'm going to die on the plane. And now I'm like, ooh, I might die on the plane. Oh my God. All right. So here's a dystopian weird headline. This is from some news channel. I can't read it. Doesn't matter. CBS2 somewhere. CBS2, whatever.

Empty Waymoes invade Atlanta neighborhood.

Circle cul-de-sac for hours with no passengers.

Cecil, like, when you see the fucking maximum overdrive-esque video of these prowling corpse robot vehicles.

I saw the video too when I looked at the story.

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