"You're on a beach, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down and see a tortoise Matthew Yglasias, he's crawling toward you. You reach down and you flip it over on its back. The pundit lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, the moon's gravitational waves forcing the ocean to slowly but inevitably rise up past its beating legs. Its trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. Why is that?"

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