There is a sense of 'circling the drain'. However, for those less well informed or simply developing a growing edge of awakening, it may be helpful. There is an underlying theme of 'hope' projected by Oliver that appears worthwhile. Oliver steered Tucker gently throughout. Tucker appears as ever, the professional opportunist. He is at least open about not taking the shot(s). As for the fire side theatre ... Plato's flickering cave.
he may have a gris-gris tucked beneath his waistband...
cheeky ad hominems aside, and Tucker's/Oliver's subtle spins aside, this is an interesting dialogue- as it seems the time is ripe for retrospective 'Tales from the Covid' - before the sequel(ae) as well as an analysis of Covid as destroyer/deformer/refiner of narratives...
but, ultimately, this type of ‘disclosure’ feels like a fireside chat, witness the golden (hour) tones behind Oliver, + the open space ( of ideas) , and the window (shuttered against the cold light of day) of truth behind and to camera right,
and Tucker has a Bastion of Spells on homey shelves backing him up.
It is Narcotic…
and I sit in my chair and I drink my whiskey and I feel the play of light and shadow flickering over my eyelids, & tickling my furrowed brow- my feet, solely dressed in socks, crossed on top of the ottoman, comforted in the validation of my experience over these last few years- increasingly now, ever and ever more so seemingly- being given certain voice by those I have only ever known through a mechanism of transmission of a crystalline colored pixellated hallucination.
Did you notice, at the start, the 2nd AC with the clapperboard in the BG -perhaps telegraphing that yes, this is all a production ?
Or shall we be led off-scent and mistake it as a sign of rawness…?,
we are indeed in the days ‘revelation’- "Brought To You By… ?!
There is a sense of 'circling the drain'. However, for those less well informed or simply developing a growing edge of awakening, it may be helpful. There is an underlying theme of 'hope' projected by Oliver that appears worthwhile. Oliver steered Tucker gently throughout. Tucker appears as ever, the professional opportunist. He is at least open about not taking the shot(s). As for the fire side theatre ... Plato's flickering cave.
TC isn't wearing his red string bracelet today...
https://duckduckgo.com/?t=ffab&q=tucker+carlson+kabala+bracelet&atb=v272-1&iax=images&ia=images
he may have a gris-gris tucked beneath his waistband...
cheeky ad hominems aside, and Tucker's/Oliver's subtle spins aside, this is an interesting dialogue- as it seems the time is ripe for retrospective 'Tales from the Covid' - before the sequel(ae) as well as an analysis of Covid as destroyer/deformer/refiner of narratives...
but, ultimately, this type of ‘disclosure’ feels like a fireside chat, witness the golden (hour) tones behind Oliver, + the open space ( of ideas) , and the window (shuttered against the cold light of day) of truth behind and to camera right,
and Tucker has a Bastion of Spells on homey shelves backing him up.
It is Narcotic…
and I sit in my chair and I drink my whiskey and I feel the play of light and shadow flickering over my eyelids, & tickling my furrowed brow- my feet, solely dressed in socks, crossed on top of the ottoman, comforted in the validation of my experience over these last few years- increasingly now, ever and ever more so seemingly- being given certain voice by those I have only ever known through a mechanism of transmission of a crystalline colored pixellated hallucination.
Did you notice, at the start, the 2nd AC with the clapperboard in the BG -perhaps telegraphing that yes, this is all a production ?
Or shall we be led off-scent and mistake it as a sign of rawness…?,
we are indeed in the days ‘revelation’- "Brought To You By… ?!