I'm Christopher Titus, and this is the Armageddon update.

You know, today on this Christmas week, I want to thank the stupid, the ignorant burning book

dipshits who for the Christmas gift they are.

Every once in a while, I think, damn, Titus, God, you're stupid, man, you've got to get better.

And then I think about you, the QAnon birthers who believe that Obama was a Kenyan alien

who also fixed the Great Recession and got us health care.

I think of the truly dumb.

And then, well, then I feel better about myself and everyone else I know.

And I'm not talking about and everyone else I know.

And I'm not talking about like someone with a disability.

No, not no.

I mean, yes, but no, I'm not talking.

I'm talking about people who do no fault of their own were born with a disability or, you know, whatever.

Whatever PC word we're using.

I'm talking about full grown thinking, moving, eating, taxpaying, pooping, working adults who for some reason make Forrest Gump look like Neil deGrasse Tyson.

The geniuses who believe that the earth is flat, the ones who think that somehow the earth

is spinning through the galaxy like a frisbee,

while the sun, the thing that keeps us and everything alive on the planet,

somehow does a circ diso-lay circle above us?

Does this over the earth?

Cool.

How does it get darken it if the sun's always above us?

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