I believe the thing that bothers me the most about the fascist takeover of our public airwaves is the wave of rationalization that has accompanied it.
"No one was watching late night anyway."
"It was a business decision."
"When was the last time you watched a late night talk show?"
I haven't watched any of The Gilded Age, but that doesn't keep HBO from rubbing my nose in it day in and day out. The main thing we can learn from this example is that the multi-tentacled beast that owns HBO isn't afraid of any possible kerfuffle arising from the incisive political commentary from the late nineteenth century.
Then there's the little matter of John Oliver, who routinely points his confetti cannon of satire in the direction of the White House. We can assume that his job is safe until the Warner-Discovery-Beast decides to assimilate with some other communications blob and they start looking for ways to make a sacrifice to the powers that be.
In this instance, it's the Federal Communications Commission. I leave it to you to come up with funny three words for the acronym FCC, but it seems over the past few months their mission has changed from that of protecting the listening and viewing public to attempting to spare the insanely fragile ego of the artist behind Jeffrey Epstein's favorite birthday card. Jimmy Kimmel is the latest sacrifice to this pitiful business that only seems content when everyone is just as grumpy as the seventy-nine year old adjudicated rapist.
Not everyone agrees with Jimmy's take on the Charlie Kirk murder. I didn't care much for Faux News Celebrity Idjit, Brian Kilmeade's "hot take" on how to deal the homeless: "just kill 'em." I could offer up all sorts of context for how such an awful thing could creep from the food hole of this babbleboy, but it stands as a much harsher example of how to say something truly regretful on television than anything Jimmy Kimmel said.
Faux News continues to broadcast its own version of how to keep your license to broadcast, while Jimmy Kimmel has been banished from the airwaves, following the path of Emmy winning late night host Stephen Colbert and Big Bird.
At the end of this mess, I would love to report that all of these shenanigans have been some sort of Machiavellian ploy to get America to start watching TV again, but alas, I think we're all too entranced with The Gilded Age to change the channel.
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