Late night comedians went from stand ups to standing jokes.
In high dudgeon, obsessive raves, compulsive attacks, hypersensitive over-reactions to anything and every thing, desperate over the end of their civilization, they present their nightly farce under the rubric of entertainment, inspiring the useful tools swarming under the guidance of new community organizations—innocents who think late night TV is the real news.
Late night writers gave up jokes for bathetic propaganda. The laugh tracks ring as hollow as their hosts’ feigned self assurance. Worst of all, their desperate hysterical ravings aren’t funny.
The big lie, the yuge lie, is all of this instant umbrage materialized after the election. The Left went from zero to please-pull-over in the time it took for the returns to come in. Everything was fine while the headlights pointed Left when all of a sudden the focus changed and the nightmare began.
For over a year the Republicans broadcast their candidate selection process. Conservative ideas were discussed, almost ad nauseam, while the Left remained silent. They were sure the fix was in and nothing could derail the Clinton—except as it turned out the Clinton herself.
The Left’s panic reaction now consumes cable, the airwaves, and the internet. If this onslaught were a bona fide concern over their policies, the Left had over a year to make that case. But they were too busy goose stepping around Obama’s pen and phone to show much concern.
Now, after the election, suddenly it’s the end of the world.
Well, it’s not the end of the world. But it seems to be the end of late night comedy, at least for a while.