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Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Guess who isn't coming back to dinner

Rock you like a hurricaneDry humor is the kind of tricky tightrope that's about as easy to get a handle on as Mo'Nique on a balance beam. Many have tried and failed, crashed and burned... but to see it crystallized at its acerbic best in such a sanitized setting that demanded that one's best foot be put forward... well, that's just fucking genius. Unless you've been sleeping under a rock, the shock waves of comic Stephen Colbert boldly heading into the lion's den at the White House Correspondents' Dinner this past Saturday has kept the web buzzing with reason. Considering the ginormous balls must've took to stand onstage just yards from a sitting U.S. President and his merry band of lackeys — resigned to seized submission in their seats by the coda of decorum & etiquette — middle finger raised to the powers that be — while the highlight reel of their never ending list of fuck-ups and failures played in their faces, Colbert's routine was the breakthrough media watchers have been waiting, damn near salivating for. In speaking truth to power in a way that's been all been abandoned under this lying, arrogant, self-righteous, conniving, monkey-faced, English-butchering bastard's reign as our commander & thief, this was Colbert's finest hour yet.

You can read the transcript of the verbal lashing in full here, however, since this has me giddier than Al Reynolds on a Fire Island field trip, c'mon and get click happy with a clip of the hijinks below. Mazel tov!

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Blogger jaedalaurez commented at 5/03/2006 03:38:00 PM~  

that was f****in awesome! I wish more comedians were that fearless, they're the only people who have license to tell the truth.

Blogger TriniPrincess commented at 5/05/2006 12:19:00 PM~  

I'm with you, jaeda. Colbert had me smiling like Big Mama at her grandbabies. I hope this is the beginning of more artists getting their spine back.

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