Well, howdy there internet people, let's bow again. So today we are going to talk about the most important election of your life.

You've probably heard that before, right? You've heard that phrase, that saying.

We're going to talk about that and we're going to talk about a fairy tale. We're going to do this because I got a message.

We'll start by reading that.

Bo, I'm getting real heavy most important election of your life vibes from the Democratic Party

just like 2016 and 2020. I just keep thinking about the boy who cried wolf.

People who know me, you're already laughing because you know I do not like this story.

I don't like that story. The boy who cried wolf, I do not like that story the boy who cried wolf I do not like that story it never made any sense to me I'm not going to go full

Garak on you and tell you that the real morals of the story is never tell the same lie twice

I'm gonna tell you it doesn't make any sense. The story doesn't add up.

Your entire life, you have interacted with that story in one way. Every time you hear it in a traditional telling you are interacting with it

as a random passer-by hearing the story of this rebellious child from the villagers. That's how you hear the story.

Traditional telling very very quickly, little boy top of the hill and he's guarding the

flock, he cries out wolf, villagers run up the hill.

In some versions they pat him on the back because they think he's scared the wolf off

and other versions the little boy's laughing.

Okay, they go down the hill because they don't see a wolf. He cries

out wolf again. They run up the hill, they don't see a wolf. They go back down

the hill. Third time he cries out, they don't come up and a wolf eats him in the flock

that's the story it doesn't make any sense interact with it a different way

okay don't we we're going to change this, so you don't just have to accept the word of villagers who just let a little boy get eaten. You're the sheriff. The king has sent you there

to figure out what happened. You are up on top of that hill, a little boy laying

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