So I spend my childhood, at least the chunk of it that contained Jon Stewart’s Daily Show, watching that nightly. And coming in to grade school and then middle school visibly beat from staying up too late watching TV, if you can dismiss that show! as TV.
And so then Colbert pushes bedtime another half hour. And meanwhile the Internet makes it easier to watch all of it whenever. And then, the above show comes along. And it feels like the made-to-order extension of my political comedy-viewing life. Like I turned [age redacted] and the universe chucked it onto HBO for me as a freebie.
And so I figure who cares how many bad shows and movies and live comedy shows (christ, so many bad live comedy shows) I’ve sat through. Because for some reason, a golden age of satire dovetailed with the absolute pickle I found myself in of having to be alive.