Ah, the sweet taste of rib-crushing honesty. C.V. calls out the Democrats for their center-seeking antics like a seasoned referee in a cage match, while dousing the GOP's election lies with the kind of receipts that even the most stubborn would have to acknowledge—though they probably won't, because, well, shame.

C.V. doesn’t just let life happen to him; he dissects it with surgical precision while offering an espresso shot of bleak humor. Whether it's discussing the political climate or the state of social media, he finds those ugly truths and serves them with a side of irony—like a fine wine with a McDonald's burger.

When he reminisces about a CD player from '97 with the intensity of a first love, you can't help but laugh at the nostalgia. It's as if he’s arguing that quality has become a quaint concept, lost in the streaming void. He's the type who believes even a terrible pop song from the past deserves a good laugh.