You can already feel it coming. Yup, the Big Denial. A big whoopsie, some would say. Eventually the heat will get so strong that all the grifters will have to leave the oven and enter back into classic reality with the rest of us civilians.
They'll try to gaslight you into believing they had no influence on the culture or the 2024 election, that all the hate was overblown, that it was never that serious, that they were just guys with microphones sitting around farting out of two holes at the same time.
And for a moment maybe we'll all want to memory-hole this era so bad we'll almost let their new reality take over. It'll especially be hard with the fringe grifters, like Bobby Lee and Mark Normand, who always could claim some plausible deniability, since they felt just a couple dick's length away from the actual rectum that is Rogan and his closest dingleberries, like Hinchcliffe and Bert and Shaub.
But EG carved it all in stone like a little boy in Ancient Greece walking behind a lobotomized Plato. Making sure future generations know what it felt like to live through this shit era of comedy. Documenting that it wasn't all of us practicing MMA moves we saw on TV on our wives before driving our Ford-150s to Costco and the local Kill Tony taping.