That junky, stuttering piano line that lurches up from the depths to launch her into the stratosphere of "please, pleeease, PLEEEEAASE!" is unmatched.

I tend to believe him when he says he wasn't lying maliciously, but he still took up a lot of space / airtime / funding / opportunity. "I meant well" isn't enough.

He sees the harm ("I'd ask myself all these hard questions if I was an interviewer") but he only addresses it obliquely.

"We have investigated the fascism machine and believe it can be repurposed to be a socialism machine" um no

I dusted off my ukulele in your honor. The dog days are sooo over tonight.