I'd like to be Ann Coulter so I could use a hammer to smash my own head into a bloody pulp on prime-time TV. That would be instant mass-education right there.
To diversions to meaning, sitting around with their fans, one-upping......more like a fucking football pep rally than any kind of substantive discourse, with a view to understanding, reason, or meaning. Oh and, a paycheck for both tools now celebs, one a bit too mannish and self-important to be completely frigid, the other a hack writer, and wannabe comedian......and all the little fans on the side of the most seemingly reasonable, only because they have been sold a bill of goods that will ultimately land them, or their brain-dead offspring, in one of several, fascist police state scenarios.
Al Franken IS a comedian: he was a writer for the first three seasons of Saturday Night Live. No "wannabe" about it; the man was making people laugh a long time ago. He also graduated from Harvard.
I take it the meth-rehab didn't take?