Irving’s “you have betrayed yourself for nothing” turn-of-the-century tragedy swag is off the charts. A gay child goes to the Vietnam War for fatherly approval and comes back disgusted with war crimes he was complicit in, disgusted by his dad and the navy, and disgusted by the life he threw away to be the boot on people’s necks and getting severed so he can use his time for community organizing, therapy, and art while his innie is going to war for a corporate god-patriarch that will never love him and becoming disgusted by his complicity in the murder of his gay lover by the authorities he worshipped.

The parallels with Helly and Jame Eagan in the parent-child cyclical trauma show… You will pry this theory and the “Irving is HIV+ and relying on Lumon for treatment” theory from my cold dead hands. “Let not weakness live in your veins.” Ace of Spades. He broke the skin; he needs a full tetanus toxoid panel. Irving, no one’s ever thrown blood on you on your way into work? There is a nonzero chance that the two of you had unprotected sex, and so, I felt I had the right to ask. Are you done humiliating our guest?