During an effeminate diatribe about how much he's going to resent those demonstrably evil liars to whom he plans on surrendering, a fence sitter explains why he's got a fence post up his ass.

He seems to have gathered up most of the puzzle pieces, but the message I'm hearing is that he doesn't want to be raped by tyrants, he wants to be wooed. I hear him begging for a pill blue enough to unsee what he's seen, and I hear the crunch of the eggshells he's walking on trying not to shock the twitter communists who have manipulated his worldview denigrating masculine values like resoluteness and certitude.