Then they came for the writers of SNL, but despite its brief uptick during the Tina Fey years, for the last fifteen years the show's been little more than a legacy movie mill for its cast, and should have had a proper Viking funeral while Reagan was still president, so even though it looks like they won't get even a nanosecond's severance, I didn't speak up.
But before they come for me, I'm going to do the one thing those media conglomerates fear most--I'm posting about it on my blog. Hah!
(Actually, while things aren't great for the late-night writers, they're apparently not that bad, yet. I needed a peg to hang this post on. So sue me. That link above--note it's from FOX News--is probably more about perpetuating strike-breaking rumors than anything you and I would ordinarily call "reality," so it shouldn't be trusted very far. See some better-grounded news about the strike here and, of course, here. But, for the record, I do think Leno's pretty thin gruel, Daly's worse, and SNL's over the hill.)
In a piquant bit of irony, here are
Quake with fear, Rupert Murdock and Sumner Redstone! Let's see you dare come for me now. I don't think you've got the stones. Not if it means getting blogged about at p3.
(Hat tip to Crooks and Liars, and Eschaton and Daily KOS.)