I’m obsessed with the highly hilarious John Oliver and here’s why … he’s smart funny. Doesn’t kneel often do the broad and low-low-low comic postures that come so alarmingly easily to Donald
Dicque Trump. He’s just one wit-tay dude.
We’ll take 30 minutes of Oliver and no no no ego-driven Morning Schmoe and Meeka, please, sir.
Oliver captures ‘umorous electricity in a bottle, utilizing the rare Monty Python level ability to find your true gut and crack it completely up. For days. Then drew you back again and again for that reliable guffaw — the kind that’s a compulsory share.
It’s comforting to know that a witty Brit bathed in the snark of America’s excuse for politics has the progressive cable pulpit for a half hour on HBO.