Kyle Coplen's Revolving Door

You emerge from sudden darkness into a room bathed in a pervasive calm blue light. In this room is a woman dressed in a bright yellow suit, seated in a plush armchair. She offers you her hands, palms up, fingers curled around something unseen in each hand. She looks intently at you as you go to your knees, head inclined to her hands. She opens her left hand to reveal a bronze coin imprinted with the image of a insect. In her right, she shows you a small boat, engulfed in flame. You look to her eyes, and feel the impetus of choice rise within you. You have a choice, listeners. Choose Kyle Coplen. Yours in adulation, Ben Hur

Welcome to the Court, Listeners. Here you will find Judge, Jury, and Executioner. Here you will pay the highest price. For you will find that all three parties require payment. And all three parties respond well to flattery. Justice is blind for those wealthy enough to buy the non-disclosure agreement. Yours in justified outrage, Ben Hur.

Listen to this; There is a door. Behind this door there is a man. This man is wearing a suit. The suit is tweed. You do not like the suit. No one likes the suit. The man, however, is too well connected to say anything about his hideous suit. I mean, you don't want to take a stand on something trivial like a tweed suit, and ruin your chances of upward mobility, right? So you don't say anything about the tweed suit. Also, the man has a tattoo of a white rabbit on his left shoulder. You are the one who shared this information. No one questions why you know this. Welcome to this week's episode of Kyle Coplen's Revolving Door The mirror is the void and your reflection is infinite. Time is, of course, relative. Yours in speculative reality, Ben Hur.