Samantha Bee: Even When She’s Wrong, She’s All Right

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Taking all things into consideration, last night’s edition of Full Frontal was quite entertaining and worth every bit of the time I would have otherwise spent doing jumping jacks in the trash room of my condo. No, seriously, it was even better than that. All of that is not to say I was entirely happy with some of the points Samantha Bee made, but that’s OK. I am not one who sets rigid standards for political correctitude in everything I watch. And I have every confidence that you, my very sparse readership, feel the same way.

Before I get into the pickage of bones, let me point out a few highlights of the April 18 broadcast. The show, as it often does, started out with a short bit of self-deprecation, which the host quickly turned around into very funny deprecation of another prominent female television host. We learn at the end of the show that the victim was a very good sport about it, and, given her circumstances, probably glad to get the air time. Sorry, folks, no spoilage here. You will have to find a way to catch the show, either on your comptometer or on TBS’s re-broadcast, later in the week.

At another point in the show, Ms. Bee engaged in an imaginary telephone conversation with her mother that was very amusing without really disrespecting the woman who brought her into the world. There was also an entertaining group interview with a claque of Bernie Sanders supporters, which ended on a very funny line. My conservative friends (because, come on, folks, friendship is far more important than politics), who love to rail about the liberal bias in our media, would cheerfully point out that Samantha Bee’s questioning of Sanders’ fitness for office was far gentler than her questioning of, say, Donald Trump’s. Call it liberal bias in the media if you want, but maybe, you know, just maybe, it might have something to do with the concept that Bernie Sanders is a far better human being than Donald Trump. For that matter, so is [At this point, the reader is instructed to open a telephone directory, close his or her eyes, then blindly point to an arbitrary name in the middle of the listings].

Even in the areas where I disagreed with the host’s opinion, she made her case in a very entertaining manner, and, when I get right down to it, my disagreement with either segment was only partial. She did make some good points as well.

 

Those two nit-picks aside, good show. 

Full Frontal, TBS, April 18, 2016

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Thomas Cleveland Lane

Thomas Cleveland Lane is a semi-retired freelance writer for pay and a stage actor for nothing more than the opportunity to make a fool of himself. Well, he does get a small stipend from the Washington Area Decency League, after playing the role of Hinezie in The Pajama Game, to never, ever appear on stage in his underpants again. When he has not managed to buffalo some director into casting him, Thomas can often be found at his favorite piano bar, annoying the patrons with his caterwauling. Thomas is the author of an anthology called Shaggy Dogs, a Collection of Not-So-Short Stories (destined to become a cult classic, shortly after he croaks). He is also the alter-ego to a very unbalanced Czech poet named Glub Dzmc. Mr. Lane generally resides in Gaithersburg, Maryland, and was last seen in the mirror, three days ago.
Thomas Cleveland Lane
Thomas Cleveland Lane
Thomas Cleveland Lane is a semi-retired freelance writer for pay and a stage actor for nothing more than the opportunity to make a fool of himself. Well, he does get a small stipend from the Washington Area Decency League, after playing the role of Hinezie in The Pajama Game, to never, ever appear on stage in his underpants again. When he has not managed to buffalo some director into casting him, Thomas can often be found at his favorite piano bar, annoying the patrons with his caterwauling. Thomas is the author of an anthology called Shaggy Dogs, a Collection of Not-So-Short Stories (destined to become a cult classic, shortly after he croaks). He is also the alter-ego to a very unbalanced Czech poet named Glub Dzmc. Mr. Lane generally resides in Gaithersburg, Maryland, and was last seen in the mirror, three days ago.