The Writer’s Strike has taught me a few things. I don’t miss series episodic TV half as much as I thought I would. If all shows in a season went down to 6 or 13 episodes per year, I think that would be a very good thing. It also taught me another important thing: I need a weekly serving of solid, wholesome satire in my diet.
Yes, THE DAILY SHOW and THE COLBERT REPORT are the only things denied me in this deserted TV land. Then they returned a week ago. They returned, without their souls. The heads and bodies were there, but the funny was down by half. I understand their return to TV in this skeleton form was needed. If they stayed off the air much longer, their studios would be in danger of shutting down forever.
So I choke down the past few weeks of Colbert and Stewart’s shows like so much cold pizza. As the saying goes, it’s better than nothing at all.
Then last night, last night the idea of James Burke‘s CONNECTIONS* in history came into play before my eyes.
Colbert’s history revealed:
Colbert’s destiny is Andrew Young:
Connections are everywhere. You’re right, Mr Young, they really do need their writers back. My brain will end up fat on cold satire if this strike goes any longer. Nobody likes a fathead.
Now take us out with a song, Stephen.
*Many thanks to Dan Carlin’s latest Hardcore History “A Fly on James Burke’s Wall” for introducing me to James Burke.
