Holy crap, y’all, did you see Stephen Colbert at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner?
Remember the other day when I said I loved him more than I could say, just for helping Caitlin Flanagan look like a fool? Yeah. That was nothing. And I have almost nothing to say now but holy crap. And wow. And holy crap. And thank you. And holy crap.
Somebody finally said it all to the emperor’s face. And maybe more importantly, to the reporters’ faces.
And when nobody laughed but Laurence Fishburne (and, weirdly, Scalia), he just kept going.
That was a historic act of American motherfucking courage if I ever saw one.
(Or, you know, “historical,” as I originally wrote. Too twitterpated to proofread.)