I can’t control what people think this was. I can only tell you my intentions. This was not a rally to ridicule people of faith or people of activism or to look down our noses at the heartland or passionate argument or to suggest that times are not difficult and that we have nothing to fear. They are and we do.
But we live now in hard times, not end times.
And we can have animus and not be enemies. But unfortunately one of our main tools in delineating the two… broke. The country’s 24-hour-political-pundit-perpetual-panic-conflict-inator did not cause our problems. But its existence makes solving them that much harder. The press can hold its magnifying glass up to our problems bringing them into focus, illuminating issues heretofore unseen. Or they can use that magnifying glass to light ants on fire, and then perhaps host a week of shows on the sudden, unexpected dangerous flaming ant epidemic.
If we amplify everything we hear nothing.
There are terrorists and racists and Stalinists and theocrats. But those are titles that must be earned; you must have the resume. Not being able to distinguish between real racists and Tea Partiers or real bigots and Juan Williams or Rick Sanchez is an insult, not only to those people but to the racists themselves who have put in the exhausting effort it takes to hate. Just as the inability to distinguish terrorists from Muslims makes us less safe not more. The press is our immune system. If it overreacts to everything, we actually get sicker and perhaps eczema.
And yet, with that being said, I feel good… strangely, calmly good. Because the image of Americans that is reflected back to us by our political and media process is false. It is us through a fun house mirror — and not the good kind that makes you look slim in the waist and maybe taller, but the kind where you have a giant forehead and an ass shaped like a month-old pumpkin and one eyeball.
So, why would we work together? Why would you reach across the aisle to a pumpkin-assed forehead eyeball monster? If the picture of us were true, of course our inability to solve problems would actually be quite sane and reasonable. Why would you work with Marxists actively subverting our Constitution or racists and homophobes who see no one’s humanity but their own? We hear every damn day about how fragile our country is, on the brink of catastrophe, torn by polarizing hate, and how it’s a shame that we can’t work together to get things done, but the truth is we do.
We work together to get things done every damn day!
The only place we don’t is here [Washington] or on cable TV. But Americans don’t live here or on cable TV. Where we live, our values and principles form the foundation that sustains us while we get things done, not the barriers that prevent us from getting things done. Most Americans don’t live their lives solely as Democrats, Republicans, Liberals or Conservatives. Americans live their lives more as people that are just a little bit late for something they have to do — often something that they do not want to do — but they do it. Impossible things every day that are only made possible through the little reasonable compromises we all make.
Look on the screen: this is where we are, this is who we are. [The screen shows cars in traffic, trying to get into a tunnel.] These cars… that’s a schoolteacher who probably thinks his taxes are too high. He’s going to work. There’s another car: a woman with two small kids, can’t really think about anything else right now. There’s another car swinging — I don’t even know if you can see it — the lady’s in the NRA and loves Oprah. There’s another car: an investment banker, gay, also likes Oprah. Another car’s a Latino carpenter. Another car a fundamentalist vacuum salesman. Atheist obstetrician. Mormon Jay-Z fan.
But this is us.
Every one of the cars that you see is filled with individuals of strong belief and principles they hold dear, often principles and beliefs in direct opposition to their fellow travelers. And yet these millions of cars must somehow find a way to squeeze one by one into a mile-long, 30-foot-wide tunnel carved underneath a mighty river. Carved, by the way, by people who I’m sure had their differences. And they do it. Concession by concession. You go. Then I’ll go. You go, then I’ll go. You go, then I’ll go — Oh my God, is that an NRA sticker on your car? Is that an Obama sticker on your car? Well, that’s okay. You go, and then I’ll go. And sure, at some point there will be a selfish jerk who zips up the shoulder and cuts in at the last minute, but that individual is rare and he is scorned and not hired as an analyst.
Because we know instinctively as a people that if we are to get through the darkness and back into the light, we have to work together, and the truth is, there will always be darkness. And sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel… isn’t the promised land. Sometimes it’s just New Jersey. But we do it anyway, together.
If you want to know why I’m here and what I want from you, I can only assure you this: you have already given it to me. Your presence was what I wanted.
Sanity will always be and has always been in the eye of the beholder. To see you here today and the kind of people that you are… has restored mine.
Until last night, I had not seen the press conference Jon and Stephen did following their Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear on October 30, 2010.
And as could be expected, most things Jon said were so relevant. Below are some quotes I like from that conference. ____________________________________________________________
Our currency is not this town’s currency. We’re not running for anything. We don’t have a constituency. We do television shows for people who like them […] I understand you guys have… it’s all about who’s winning and who’s losing and the strategy of this and the players and that… but we have TV shows and we wanted to do a really good show for people that took the time to come out and see us. I feel like we accomplished it.
About writing his speech for the rally: I just stayed up late last night. And wrote ‘til I was done. That was about it. Just wanted to speak a little bit from the heart.
The boundaries that we set for ourselves are based on our own sense of human decency. Not based on some preordained category of people who are allowed to speak seriously… people that must only speak in jokes or only speak in rhyme… Our shows are just a reflection of our points of view. I’m not exactly sure why they are lanes.
I don’t think there’s any interview that I’ve ever done that I don’t leave going 'I wish I’d done that better’. […] In the moment, I enjoy conversation. Our interviews are obviously the most erratic portion of our show, because those are the most spontaneous and the least structured. But they can be the most revelatory. […] The joy of it is in the trying.
About being “just” a comedian: By the way, when people say I’m “a comedian”… That’s not “I’m just a comedian”. I’m really proud to be a comedian. I think it’s hard. I think it’shard to distill your most valued thoughts into comedy and let things that you feel strongly about be the subtext for what you create. […] I’ll defend what we do on the show, and if turns out to be something that we’re wrong about, I’ll correct it and say we screwed up… But that’s not a dodge. That’s pride.