A hamfisted attempt at one of Mike Gravel’s self-consciously quirky viral vids? A poignant Bergman-esque meditation on aging and loss after costing one’s side a presidential election? Or an absurdist commentary on modern politics in the Beckett mold? There are many layers to explore here, my friends.

The first layer: People who speak in monotone aren’t well suited for light comedy. (Except for Stephen Wright, of course.)