It's just a coincidence. Truly. Don't go thinking it's okay to throw around accusations that got nothing to do with anything, okay? We're playing as safely as possible with all things that are... things. Things that are unrelated to other Things. There's no use looking at the world around you and noticing Consistencies, or how potentially connected some people might be to some ideologies. No, no, no. This is all one Big sneezing Coincidence and I don't believe it's helpful to focus on Certain Details because even if they're true it's sometimes not good to point out things that are true if they harm the reputation of... I don't know, some rich guy who lives in a nice apartment? We should always make sure not to offend people who live in nice apartments with lots of disposable income. That would be a turning point we could never recover from as a country. Let's stick to picking on poor people who were born close to the equator, like our forefathers did.

Because of the word complex, you see… it’s sort of pun to highlight the stupidity of the military, while also having some fun with words along the way. What’s going on here, if you examine closely, is that we’re locked outside the mechanisms of true power, the omega source for all death and destruction occurring on the planet due to the global empire constructed by our bloodsucking billionaires and their puppet politicians, and instead we have small levers to pull every few years where we make haphazard decisions based almost entirely on personality, which means our only means of being political, or enacting our right to democratically make choices, is through personal opinion. Kamala is brat, Trump is gay, etc etc. So when I call it the military industrial Dumbplex, you can see that really what I’m saying is that I have no mouth and I must scream. I’m lost in a torrent of emotion with no outlet or means by which I can change the material conditions haunting our planet. All I have is poopoo jokes that aren’t jokes so much as a lazy attempt to come up with an episode title. Hope that clears everything up and now you can have a good laugh about it all.

What if it's a parody of Philip Roth where instead of the character being horny for children or whatever those books are about, we have a guy who pays a phone sex operator to explain the various foods she's consumed throughout the day and we call it Sabbath's Eater? What about... what about that? We can keep Portnoy's Complaint but its about Dave Portnoy complaining there isn't enough young boy pussy to consume at his local pizzeria. The Breast could be turned into Chicken Breast... The Human Stain is just about a napkin after a big beautiful meal.... The Plate Against America...? I really hope there's some worthless listener who only reads Philip Roth, because otherwise this post doesn't work. Some might say it doesn't work even if you are a big fan of that horny Jew. Some might go so far as to say I should rewrite this whole thing because once again I've managed to talk about fat people and Jews in a way that isn't kind. Oh well.