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Under the Janus moon of this very annum, I renounced my allegiance to the Conservative party. Erroneously, I logicked ‘t’was the caprices of the Tories that contrived the unique circumstantial architecture what engendered my senescent mate being hospitalised. I allowed petty animus and a sense of private betrayal to cloud my reasoning. Now allow me to concisely explain why and how receipt of my first jab is not the exclusive engine of rotation. My blinders are roundly doffed. It would be abusive of you and fair game for me to point out that I have been somewhat “cruising” of late. I have delegated podcast administration to those what it doth feature, contenting myself as a “blurbist.” No more. This episode of the Funfiltered podcast dodders at 207 minutes. Most nauseatingly, this is hardly a galling aberration. Indulgence hath become… I want to say Stan and Gordon’s… defining trope. What’s more, they have perpetrated yet further technical bunglage. Always has it been that liberals formulate ideas and conservatives realise them. I am perhaps certainly one of the few who can perambulate ‘bout both hemispheres. Nevertheless, it is imperative that I reaffirm and re-exemplify my natural conservatism, that I uniquely occupy the RIGHT. For the FF podcast has become Exhibit A of what can happen when the liberal mindset manoeuvres unmonitored. Well, Exhibit B after Bristol. I have rested on my notional laurels. A firmer hand is needed. And that hand will be MINE. I am not, contrary to household suggestion, re-dedicating myself to prove something to Pfidze. Keep planning your accursed nuptials, you parazitas!