In what is probably the most blogged about topic right now, I gotta add mine...
Holy crap, I think
Stephen Colbert
may now claim the title of biggest cojones in America. In a move that's
got the usual suspects
grumbling "over the line" and licking their wounds, they ("They")
invited the star of
The Colbert Report
to the
White House Correspondents Dinner
to entertain Dubya
and his minions, among others. It went over with him and other administration fixtures about as well as an
Andres Serrano piece with
Sister Wendy. If they were looking for some softball
jokester to play nice, what the hell were they thinking inviting Colbert?
Did they forget what
happened when they invited Colbert’s colleague
Jon
Stewart
(a.k.a. my boyfriend) on Crossfire? Did they really not see that
coming, given their massive failure as an administration? It was a
roast, for crying out loud! Naturally, Colbert saw his opening to
really get them good, and ho
boy did he take it. Now, I, not being one to take pleasure in another’s
misery, chortled with glee and got all tingly as I watched those
A-holes
squirm while Colbert brazenly ripped Bush a new one into a loudspeaker,
a couple
feet from his subject’s uncomfortable face. And then he ripped the
press, who have abandoned any attempts to report the truth or ask tough
questions, a new one. Oh, lordy. It doesn’t get much better than this.
So please, crack open a beer, put up your feet, and
enjoy. For those of
you with slower browsers, read the
transcript. It’s not the orgasmic
experience of the real thing, but it’ll give you wood.
A little foreplay:
“So, Mr. President...Sir, pay no attention to the people who say the
glass is half empty, because 32% means it's 2/3 empty. There's still
some liquid in that glass is my point, but I wouldn't drink it. The
last third is usually backwash.”
