Saturday Night Live

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Not sure about you but I'm really getting tired of winning.

Wonder where the protests will be this weekend.

Maybe it will be in regard to DeVos being confirmed. How do you pay your way to a nomination?

Ah well...sure it'll be great!

Meanwhile, Saturday Night Live is enjoying a real renaissance. I have actually watched all the clips early on Sunday mornings.

(No way I'm up at 11:30 on a Saturday night).

And either way you voted, you had to laugh at Melissa McCarthy doing the Spicer bit this past weekend.

First off, she's a very good comedic actress. Secondly, it was live and she was going full-bore and she simply did not break character for even a second. Not even a smile, and every word delivered with a comical wallop.

I laughed hard.

Then I caught Alec Baldwin doing the president.

He is not a fan of the Orange dude, and he certainly is playing the character over the top...which is how all impressions go...

...but he has taken heat for it.

Which is insane!!!

All during the election we heard about snowflakes whose feelings are hurt because people don't want it told like it is.

(I also hate fake rage).

Yet, I really feel that comedians are off-limits.

Let them do their worst!!

C'mon now...remember Carlin and Pryor and Redd Fox and Buddy Hackett?

Nothing was off-limits!

Belushi, Chevy Chase, Eddie Murphy, Dana Carvey, Gilda Radner, David Spade, Adam Sandler, Gilbert Gottfried!!!

All very funny people.

Obama got made fun of. So did Reagan, Clinton and the Bushes.

Some of the portrayals were downright mean.

A lot of them were funny.

You know what didn't happpen?

The people who were on the spot...

...didn't cry about it!!

Trumplethinskin is a nickname for the president.

He has earned it by tweeting angrily about Baldwin's character. Spicer also complained that McCarthy was being mean.

Let it go!

Let us laugh a little on Saturday night (or Sunday morning).

Take the fact that you're being made fun of as a badge of honor.

Reggie Jackson was once asked about the boos that were raining down on him when the Yankees were on the road.

"They don't boo nobodies," he said.

Having a sense of humor is important.

Stop being butt-hurt.

Laughing is good for the soul...

...and I don't care who you are...

...the McCarthy skit and many of the Baldwin skits have been laugh-out-loud funny.

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