Is it just me, or are leftist celebrities getting even more obnoxious?
On Friday I wrote about the insufferable Stephen Colbert’s firing, and the celebrity responses to it, which were as inane as you’d expect. But then I was scrolling the net over the weekend, when a picture of Rosie O’Donnell popped up on my feed. I responded, instinctively, the way I always do when that happens.
“GAH! Boy, Michael Moore has really let himself go.” But then I recognized that it was Rosie. And I knew that she must have posted another anti-Trump rant. Sure enough, she got that camera right up close to her face – and that angle doesn’t do anybody any favors, even if you don’t have a face for radio – and went to town.
She pointed out that ICE is like the Gestapo. Because if you’re a history buff, you surely remember how the Gestapo only arrested people who had illegally entered Germany, and then followed the rules and gave them three hots and a cot until they could safely deport them to their home countries.
And we all remember the Gestapo officers’ ominous first statement when they started interrogating an illegal immigrant: “Ve haf vays of making you…comfortable.”
She mourned Colbert’s firing, and preached that it shouldn’t have mattered that he was losing $40 million per year for CBS, saying that, “people who only measure in money…it’s a disease.”
No, Rosie. DPGS (Delusional Political Grievance Syndrome) with accompanying TDS as a co-morbidity is a disease.
“Measuring in money” is how a business stays in business.
I had hoped that when Rosie crossed the ocean to bother the Irish, their loss would be our gain, and we’d get a little peace over here. Sadly, it was not to be.
But in Rosie’s defense, as disconcerting as her appearance has been, and as deranged as her thoughts usually are, at least she wasn’t swearing like a sailor who’d just hit his thumb with a hammer. And I can’t say the same for just about any other Democrat celebrity or politician lately.
I’ve read that many Dem politicians have intentionally started swearing on camera, as part of an effort to seem cool, and appeal to young male voters. So many of them do it so awkwardly that those rumors must be true, and that is really pathetic.
Colbert himself used the f-word – and I don’t mean “friend” – when he announced his own cancellation. He quoted Trump dunking on him because, “His talent was even less than his ratings.”
Colbert’s self-owning comeback? “How dare you sir. Would an untalented man be able to compose the following satirical witticism?… Go friend yourself!”
Ugh. Yes, that’s exactly the sad excuse for a witticism that an untalented man – backed up by a staff of 20 writers, don’t forget! – would come up with!
But another talk show “comedian” – Jon Stewart – one-upped Colbert, friend-wise.
A quarter-century ago, Stewart was a cool young comic/host, surfing the political zeitgeist and having way more political influence with young people than he deserved. He could be authentically funny, but even in the early days, way too many of his “jokes” relied on him reading a stupid statement from a politician and then making a stupid face at the camera.
Being cool is like being attractive; it’s a lot easier when you’re young, and it often doesn’t age well. It’s especially hard to stay cool when you are elderly. A few can pull it off. Clint Eastwood is still cool in his 90s. Dean Martin was cool into his late 60s, and Tom Petty was cool until the day he died. I’m an elderly gentleman myself, and yet still as cool as the other side of the pillow.
But we’re the exceptions, and Jon Stewart is decidedly not. After he recently came back to do one Daily Show per week, it was clear that his schtick had aged like milk left out in the sun in August. Endlessly ranting about Trump, especially when the Democrats are providing such a rich vein of comic material that you’re ignoring, is not bringing in the ratings. And mugging for the camera with an old-guy face doesn’t work as it once did.
To make matters worse, Stewart chose to do his performative rant about Colbert using a repetitive string of F-bombs, accompanied by – of all things – a gospel choir.
Now I’m not the type of Christian who is easily offended by what more sensitive types would consider Christian-mocking humor. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything funnier than Kinison’s take on Christ coming home to his hypothetical wife after being dead for three days, for example.
Although if Stewart could be held to his own side’s rigid standards of wokeness, I’m not sure I could think of any more extreme example of “cultural appropriation” than a Jewish atheist carpet-bombing a tv audience with F-bombs to the musical stylings of a Gospel choir.
(By the way, if you like actual gospel music, I’d point you to Ray Charles and the Voices of Jubilation’s live performance of “Oh Happy Day.” (I listened to that multiple times every day for a week after Trump got re-elected.) Or, for a modern variation on the theme, you could watch Tyler Childer’s video of “Way of the Triune God.”)
Anyway, Stewart did his impression of a Baptist/Jewish minister (?) flailing around in front of a gospel choir, hollering, “Go friend yourself!” and “Friend, friend, friend yourself, just go friend yourself” over and over again.
Only it wasn’t a real gospel choir, just a half-dozen blackground singers doing a parody, and the whole thing smacked of trying way too hard.
But when it came to mind-numbingly relentless over-use of the f-word, nobody could top Hunter Biden’s bizarre interview with some unknown guy called Andrew Callaghan, who the left is hoping will become their Joe Rogan. (Spoiler alert: they’re out of their friending minds.)
Hunter’s interview was a fascinating combination of brutally cruel truth-telling and colossally clueless self-deceiving, all delivered with a mother-friending friend-storm of friended-up vulgarity.
He definitely told the truth about a lot of leftist figures. He said that George Clooney doesn’t know a friending thing about politics and is just a brand, and that James friending Carville hasn’t won a friending election in 40 years, and that Jake Tapper has the smallest friending audience on cable.
He also touted the healthiness of crack cocaine over both alcohol and regular cocaine, because when you make crack, you burn off all of the impurities, or something. I think we’ll all just take your word for that, scooter.
But his lack of self-awareness resulted in some entertaining moments, as when he attacked David Axelrod and David Plouffe for “dining out on their relationship with Obama for years, making millions of dollars.”
Um, Hunter, remember that time when you had no skills or knowledge about painting, or Ukraine, or energy, and yet brought in millions of dollars for your terrible paintings, and your positions with energy companies in Ukraine? Because your name was Biden?
Finally, my personal favorite story of the last several days involved everybody’s favorite faux-Bronx girl from Westchester, AOC. Most people remember when she went to the fancy Met Gala a few years ago, and wore a white designer dress with the words “Tax the Rich” in big red letters on its back.
Well it turns out that even though she’s a self-proclaimed socialist who shouldn’t have been willing to be caught dead mixing with the evil rich folks at their fancy ball, she also improperly accepted free admission to the party for her boyfriend, and she didn’t pay full market value for her statement-making dress.
Unexpectedly!
So now a House ethics commission is requiring her to cough up $2700 that she should have paid.
Got that? She’s a gal from a tony suburb pretending to be from the Bronx, and a rich person pretending to be a lower-middle class person, and a tax dodger pretending to be all for rich people like her paying lots of taxes.
When she was shopping for her dress, AOC almost certainly asked, “Does this ‘Tax the Rich’ dress make my juicy booty (her words, not mine) look fat?”
But she failed to ask, “Does this idiotic, hypocritical slogan make me look stupid?” or “Shouldn’t I be paying taxes on this expensive donation to emphasize my best political asset?”
Contemplating these stories has given me an idea for two Executive Orders that Trump could use to address our budget deficit.
EO #1 would require a full audit of every Democrat House member and Senator – and throw the Republicans in there too, just to keep things kosher – and then a Brinks truck to be sent to all of their offices to collect the billions in taxes that they’ve undoubtedly dodged.
EO #2 would install a series of swear jars in every Democrat office and public building in the DC metro area. Charge a buck for every “friend” – and while we’re at it, five bucks for every “narwhal.”
We’ll have the deficit closed by Christmas.
Hunter “friending” Biden/AO- “friending” -C, 2028!
Martin Simpson 