Killer impressions of both Bush and Perot have made him the 1992 campaign’s house comedian. We can’t wait to see him in a debate with himself.
It’s not nice to pick on a new mother, especially one with 34 million fans. Look for her to strike back this fall — just in time for the election.
William Figueroa. He’s young, he’s bright, and he’s a better speller than Quayle. Perhaps Clinton should make him a running mate.
They’ve become the one essential pit stop for candidates.
He’s at his best when taking on the candidates in his monologues, and lately he has had plenty of raw material to work with.
Clinton all but promised him a Supreme Court nomination. And since it happened on MTV, there are witnesses.
Now, everybody knows her name…
…but hardly anybody’s buying her record.
From woman scorned to self-parodying Dream On guest star in just a few short months. Have the No Excuses jeans folks called yet?
With the candidates bypassing him for MTV, Arsenio, and Bryant-and-Katie, David Brinkley looks lonely. And The McLaughlin Group seems about as relevant as Pat Buchanan.
The Cultural Elite
This year’s cuss words.
The most apolitical of late-night personalities, he could use more political zing in his election-year monologues: It wouldn’t hurt him to read a newspaper once in a while.
We can take Perot’s silent t, and even Gennifer’s tacky g. But potato with an e? Give us a breake.
Nobody to talk to, nobody to tangle with, no way around the fact that the evening news doesn’t matter the way it used to.