as I gaze out my front window at the scorched landscape of shuttered Poke bowl eateries, Reverb Appreciation Society pop up shops and abandoned Crocs repair centres (to be fair, those things are ugly as fuck but don't break nearly as often as you'd think), I fear for the future of this nation. But even as we prepare to install Linda McMahon as the country's head of education (to be fair, Jim Hellwig was unavailable), I take some solace in knowing that you, the loyal listeners of this program, are prepared to rise up in stark opposition to the daily insults to our intelligence and basic humanity. That is, once you're done with holiday shopping and arguing over who won 2024, MJ Lenderman or Charli XCX. The correct choices, of course, would've been Ned Hayden or Charli XCX, but regardless, I am semi-confident your tolerance for all things crushing spirits and lives alike will dissipate sometime between January 2 and... oh who the fuck am i kidding.   It's gonna be business as usual.   Everything and everyone sucking is the planet’s business and business is booming (with apologies to Dave Mustaine)