Kyle Coplen's Revolving Door

You emerge from sudden darkness into a room bathed in a pervasive calm blue light. In this room is a woman dressed in a bright yellow suit, seated in a plush armchair. She offers you her hands, palms up, fingers curled around something unseen in each hand. She looks intently at you as you go to your knees, head inclined to her hands. She opens her left hand to reveal a bronze coin imprinted with the image of a insect. In her right, she shows you a small boat, engulfed in flame. You look to her eyes, and feel the impetus of choice rise within you. You have a choice, listeners. Choose Kyle Coplen. Yours in adulation, Ben Hur