The thing that I always wonder about people like Mark Levin is how they reconcile the inevitable knowledge that their target audience is idiots.

The Levins of AM radio are smart enough to know that they are professional carnival barkers for a moron collective. https://twitter.com/marklevinshow/status/1285712042989690882

I mean, I doubt anyone enters into media thinking “I’d like to be well regarded by only extremely stupid people.”

That isn’t a typical aspiration.

Yet, somehow, the Levins and Hannitys and Limbaughs somehow come to transform their perch upon the Lemming Throne as lofty somehow.

I just wonder what that’s like.

I’m in midlife and already racked with an existential weight over my life’s meaning.

I just can’t imagine what it is like to be a snake charmer for dunces and proud to have done no better in life.

How does a person get to late life with no greater achievement than an audience stymied by a diner placemat word search and still feel proud of that?

For real, if you know, tell me.