Picture this: two special ops guys essentially hawking their Benghazi book, telling the story about what happened this night. Now, they’ve likely told this story, so you expect it to be tight, concise, and engaging. Of course, it’s none of that. It’s a rambling mess, full of irrelevant info (“that’s when the fourth mortar hit”), lame attempts at humor, and macho braggadocio (“I pumped three rounds into him and he dropped like a sack of potatoes.” “If I’m going out, I’m going to go out in a blaze of glory!” Audience: “woo!”).
And then picture that the story never ends. It. Never. ends. It keeps going on going. A round-by-round exposition. The audience appears bored, clapping half-assedly at the awkward applause pauses. And as I type this, I realize, “holy shit, this thing will NEVER end!” And it won’t. Ever.