Holy shit.
Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy shit. Stick with it until 1:34—an implosion of all implosions. Perhaps Phil Davison is simply overwhelmed. But I’d argue he’s pretty much crazy.
He’s tired of business as usual. Clearly, he’s also tired of his meds. Which, as a hypochondriac, I can understand.
Man—painful beyond painful.
PS: He lost the nomination to North Canton Finance Director Alex Zumbar. Oh, well.
