Couldn’t fucking believe it.
Morbid curiosity, only way to explain it. The Washington Correspondents Dinner, ya know? Last year, Colbert. You remember, or you can look it up. Minor fooforaw, not respectful, too nasty, ill tempered sarcasm, you know the drill.
(The voice from Zappa’s My Guitar Wants to Kill Your Mamma, querulous and neutron density unhip, “Don’t you boys know any nice songs?”…)
So this year they play it safe, nothing too edgy…Rich Little.
You heard me. Rich Little. And, God, was it awful. Camera crews adjusting their lenses as he sucked the light out of the room. He was billed as a comedian, so he told jokes. Old jokes, jokes found in cuniform on clay tablets in pre-Semitic languages. The one about the guy in the bar screams that lawyers are assholes and a guy is offended because (thudabump!) he’s an asshole!
Yeah, that joke! Christ, Jesus told that joke, is how old it is!! Pharisees, but same basic joke.
I’m not making this shit up, its on tape, they’re gonna repeat it! As he lay dying, he even sulked into the cringing “The Audience Doesn’t Get My Jokes” jokes! If Bobcat or Payton Oswald had been there, they would have torn out his throat with their teeth.
Roadkill armadillo is funnier, leprosy more witty, he lofted a joke like a dead baby tied to a bowling ball… But he was surpassed.
Even as he was the unfunniest comedian ever in the history of the Universe, he was surpassed.
GeeDubya gave the buzzkill intro of all time, nobody ever set up a comic for certain death like that. GeeDubya talks about how he isn’t gonna try and be funny because of how heavily the tragedy of VT weighs on him and surely all our prayers are for those suffering tonight in dark despair and now here’s the comedy stylings of Rich Little…! And the crowd chilled to mortuary room temperature.
I urge you to check this out when it repeats, for your edification and stuff. 'Cause I don’t blame you a bit if you think I’m exaggerating here. Worst evah? Imploded burning dogs bad, galactically lame beyond human ken?
Yes. I swear.