A bunch of forced dad jokes and fake laughter. A bunch of faux concern about things that people are pissed off about while offering nothing but excuses and shifting of blame, and to top it all off ambiguous empty promises that will never see fruition or be severally underdelivered when they eventually one day are delivered.
Basically a bag of chips.
It looks soooooooo big, and it’s colorful, and you can’t wait to get home and tear into some super yummy chips!
So you pay your 317$ (thanks inflation) for your chips and you get home, and you hold onto the bag and it makes that crunkling noise and you are excited cuz you haven’t eaten chips in years… and you rip open the bag and reach in.
Way in.
3/4 of the bag in because it’s mostly empty air and nothingness. So then you get a chip and omg! Just like you remembered! Nomnomnomnomnom mmmm ruffles sour cream n oniomnomnom they are sogood. Who gives up carbs anyways? MONSTERS! and fools! Nonnom.
And then like 30s later you are over it. It’s greasy, it’s messy, and they don’t taste great anymore… so you crunkle up the bag and put it away, maybe you eat more later but probably you won’t and it will just get thrown out because it’s stale, bad for you, and offers nothing of real substance.