Last night, Stephen Colbert put Jon Stewart behind his Late Show desk for ten glorious minutes…Stewart’s well crafted, very funny sketch was a balm. It was performance art, more than anything else – at once elegant and raw, expressing something we needed.
I don’t own a gun. I’ve never fired a gun. I considered volunteering for the armed services, but a friend pointed out that I’d probably have to fire a gun, and that was the end of that.
“A third of all Americans are classified as overweight, another third of us are obese. Can it really be that so many of us are just weak and choosing to be unhealthy?” – Ira Glass
Warning: This piece deals frankly with sexual topics, and might not be appropriate for all audiences.
We are culturally conditioned against changing our minds.
We are not and never have been a perfect union, but we’re moving in the right direction.
Sarah brought a striking reality to her key scenes. She introduced an element of danger, the sense that what was happening on stage had real consequences – something was at stake…I have to think others in the audience shared my sense – before everyone sung Happy Birthday during the bows, there was a subtle gasp from the audience when it was announced that Sarah was celebrating her 16th birthday.
Scalia’s “originalist” interpretation of the Constitution was pretty convenient for a homophobe.
Bob was the great romance of my mother’s life, a blessing she never expected. About ten years ago, I started calling her every other day or so. “How are you today?” “Pretty good. Bob and I had great sex last night.”
At one point during the show, Sarah crossed through the dividing curtain and bumped into a tall black man. “I just need to go to the other side of the stage,” she said. “OK,” he replied. About that same time, Leon’s manager Bill Dustin reported that rapper 50 Cent had walked by. “Hey,” Bill said. “Hi,” Fiddy said. Leon was furious that Bill hadn’t told everyone sooner. Sarah: “I thought he was a security guard.”