Sometimes I feel like the Ellen Degeneres show is just a shell game, or a sugary liquid medium by which we are fed some sort of sedative which allows the North American monster to slip into our homes and our wallets and our stomachs and our gas tanks while we are slowly absorbed into our carnivorous couches, fading, fading into virtual existence, spiritless, fat, oh Christ so fat on the decadent nutritional emptiness of Western secularism.
Ellen you heartwarmth monger, you seller of ignorant bliss, you feelgood pimp, I salute you and your cunning machinations, or perhaps simply your brokerage of this Great American Decay.
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