Last night, Stephen Colbert addressed the topic we were all talking about yesterday and tried to use as an excuse to go home early from work because it’s as significant as the death of a great uncle’s wife’s sister’s son: that Laura Schlessinger announced she was leaving her radio program after she called someone who called into her radio show an N-word six times, and when the caller was taken aback, Dr. Laura said, “Don’t NAACP me!” I know, right!? She WAS getting NAACP-ed!
And Brett Favre returned to football. You guys, he’ll never learn if we keep welcoming him back with open arms. We’re treating him like he’s a two-year-old who says he wants Cheerios, then he says he’s not hungry, then he has a meltdown because he’s hungry and you convince him to eat Cheerios, but then he just throws them all over the floor and refuses to eat anything. He almost deserves to starve.
And then, Jon Stewart did another impersonation of Glenn Beck, and constructed a fine diagram of where the Republicans get their monies. All that was missing was the Go Fuck Yourself choir. They must have been at a Bar Mitzvah.
He also spoke to Lewis Black, who’s almost as disappointed with the movie, Eat Pray Love, as I am with the entire concept that an editor would pay for a writer to see if her divorce from her husband has rendered her unable to experience joy by paying her to go travel for a year and test herself in such self-absorbed and shallow ways, that she wouldn’t even consider doing if she didn’t feel like she’d been wronged so terribly. See? Black and I are on the same page.