The Blonde Nazgul

Hey Folks,

Were you like me Wednesday night, wasting your time waiting up for fireworks between George Carlin and Ann Coulter on the Tonight Show?

What a waste - and the hockey game pushed the disappointment even farther into the morning.

Carlin, suffering the liberal’s disease, was a gentleman. Coulter was her usual insane, deluded self.

The saddest thing isn’t that this emaciated, androgynous, cowardly, clearly-deranged, self-righteous creature does what she does. The saddest thing is that a large number of Americans actually convince themselves that she is a voluptuous, feminine champion of sanity, trumpeting holy dogma.

It was clear to me, early on, that a considerable number of conservative zombies were in the audience; anything the least bit derogatory Leno said about anything to the left of Joe Lieberman, resulted in loud bursts of approval, a response uncharacteristic of Leno’s usual audience. They were there for Ann. They were crazy together.

It was heartening near the end when K. T. Tunstall - a quite interesting performer from Scotland who loops her own voice and instrument live to create a multi-layered piece by the end- was introduced. The one redeeming feature of the futile evening was clearly emblazoned on her guitar. In large letters was Woody Guthrie’s warning, “This Machine Kills Fascists.”

I wonder if it does. I know that fascists kill guitar players.

- Uke Man