The good part starts at about 5:30:
LMAO OLD MAN HATCH CAN'T REMEMBER THE BULLSHIT HE CAME UP WITH TO DEFLECT SO HE HAS TO CALL ON HIS YOUNG WHITE FEMALE INTERN TO WHISPER IT IN HIS EAR BUT YOU CAN HEAR IT ALL IN THE MIC this is fucking comedy gold, nothing has ever been funnier.
But at the same time, we live in a world where, within our two-party hell system, the party with no power can be like "you're not letting us have any input at all into this bill and won't even let us see it or have any information about it" and the party in power can be like "we've asked for your input into this bill we haven't let you see or have any information about lol."
Trevor Noah compares it to giving your little sibling a non-functioning video game controller to play with in a one-player game, but I think that once against this is a case of a bully taking your lunchbox, holding it up in his hand, and declaring that he doesn't have your lunchbox.
The party in power can look reality right in the face and declare that this reality doesn't exist, and they don't have to worry one bit about us coming for him with pitchforks, dragging him into the street, and pelting him with potatoes until he dies. They're so confident that they'll be fine that they don't even have to try and dress it up. They have their interns memorizing their gaslighting responses for them! And that is terrifying.
We're fucked but we can have a few laughs until the end I guess is what I'm saying. See you on the other side.