The Ben Shapiro Show

I have been listening to this show since it began. Ben is the most level-headed, smart, and insightful conservative voice on the air.

Ah, The Ben Shapiro Show—a relentless torrent of rapid-fire rhetoric delivered with the charm and warmth of a tax collector at teatime. Mr. Shapiro, it seems, is less a man than a human metronome, clicking away with mechanical precision and a curious lack of self-awareness. To listen to this program is to be bombarded by an unyielding fusillade of smug certainties, delivered at a speed that suggests the man is being chased by his own syllables. One can’t help but wonder if he breathes at all, or if he’s powered entirely by righteous indignation and an inexhaustible supply of caffeine. The content? A masterclass in cherry-picking, served with a heaping side of condescension. Mr. Shapiro treats nuance as if it were an unwelcome houseguest, shooing it away with the kind of disdain one reserves for soggy biscuits. And as for his “facts don’t care about your feelings” mantra, well, it’s a tad rich coming from a chap who appears perpetually enraged by the mere existence of differing opinions. The humour, if one can call it that, is as dry as a Yorkshire pudding left out on Boxing Day. A relentless barrage of dad jokes and snide remarks, aimed with all the subtlety of a trebuchet. In short, The Ben Shapiro Show is a spectacle best avoided unless you have an affinity for sanctimonious lectures or enjoy being hectored at a speed just shy of a chipmunk on espresso. Two stars, one of which is purely for effort—though I suspect even that’s overly generous.

Ben is smart, but more importantly he is very wise and a great communicator

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