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Frasier farceur, and co-perpetrator of several other TV shows. Lyricist, playwright. Novels: Blue Heaven, Putting On The Ritz, My Lucky Star. Awards available on request, or I'll just work them into our next conversation.
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Trump demands half of Ukraine’s mineral wealth in exchange for nothing, and Zelensky doesn’t even *thank* him? Trump hasn’t been this offended since E. Jean Carroll failed to send him flowers.

Musk will let AI software automate the firing of government workers? Who knew the Hepburn/Tracy film DESK SET was really dystopian sci-fi?

With Kash Patel leading it, the FBI could use a punchy new nickname. I vote for MAGAstapo.

It’s rhetorical boomerangs like this that make him sound like the Wile E. Coyote of evil dictators.

This is where you go to tell the National Park Service to restore the word "transgender" in its entry on the Stonewall monument. (Scroll down.)

Forgive me, Kennedy Center. When I captioned this photo years ago I didn't think Trump would see it and say, "What a fantastic idea. How can I make it happen?"

This is good news for Elon. The Sound Of Music will finally get a happy ending.

TRUMP’S MESSAGE TO GAZA “Okay, so your homes are all craters. Get over it! No one likes haters. You’ll thank me when Gaza Is one big Trump Plaza And I bring you back to be waiters.”

A terrifying but accurate summation of our current precipice from David Rothkopf. How many more wake-up calls do we need before we stop hitting the snooze button and show some strength in numbers?

BREAKING: Trump orders Google Maps to rename the Gulf of America the Golf of America because the word "golf" promotes his country clubs, and the word "gulf" makes him think about his father.

Well, the good news for the soldiers is that he'll ban reveille bugles before 11 a.m.

It's no surprise, I guess, that Trump would withdraw protection from a man so able to correctly identify him as a pathogen.

A bishop divinely inspired Told Trump what the scriptures required. Said Trump, "That was odd. Tell this—what's his name? God?— That the the next time this happens, He's fired."

What am I supposed to tell the 500 pigeons I hired?

Call me cynical, but I'm guessing that "There will never be an enemies list within the Department of Justice" is this year's version of "Roe v. Wade is settled law."

Is Pete Hegseth really against women in combat, or do we just assume that from the number of times he’s said, “Why fight, baby?”?

MaybeTrump wasn't jailed today, but he was permanently copy edited.

S’okay, L.A. County. Really. We’re good. I shouldn’t have been wearing white pants in January anyway.

When it comes to Worst Human Ever, Trump may never surpass Hitler or Pol Pot. But he's doing his damndest these days to make sure no one overtakes him as History's Biggest Asshole.

Meta's decision to end fact-checking makes this a good day to share Bebe Neuwirth's wry, lovely performance of a song called "Facts." When I wrote the lyric, the trend it laments felt new and, we all hoped, transitory. It has since, so to speak, Metastasized. www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJOZ...

Linda Lavin played Sean Hayes's mother in the 2013 sitcom Sean Saves The World. She was the main reason I wanted to work on it. Writing for Linda and getting to know her on and off set was more than ample compensation for 6 months of late nights on a show that never found its footing.

“The coming Carter send-off and Trump inauguration have dizzy DC dems asking which funeral will draw the bigger crowd—Jimmy’s or democracy’s? Will Carter beat the Devil? But whether you like Plains or fancy, lying in state or lying in wait, Habitat for Humanity or habitual inhumanity” Maureen Dowd

Jimmy Carter was the first president I was old enough to vote for. I didn’t pay much attention during his term, but admired the later years he spent demonstrating the difference between good works and photo ops. Of our last dozen presidents, he was the easiest to dismiss and the hardest to emulate.

I always assumed that the song “Silent Night” was improvised on the spot by Mary as a pointed suggestion to the Little Drummer Boy.

My first artificial tree. I couldn’t bear the thought of spending yet another small fortune in Beverly Hills for a tree that by Christmas Eve was as gaudy as hell, but brown and desiccated, like a Duraflame log in drag. I love my new fake tree, and will continue to love it for years to come.

I made it through all 7 episodes of Disclaimer despite my frequent urge to bail. It plays like a long, tragic opera with all the singing taken out, but the volcanic emotions and “Who cares? It’s opera!” story logic retained.