“All of us [on The Daily Show] are just blown away by the turn the campaign has taken,” Karlin said. “We cannot believe that this is what is being talked about at this juncture. It’s so astounding to us. We are trying to work through our amazement and to conduct a meaningful conversation absent of incredulity, because [the interview] is not going to go anywhere if you just say, ‘What the [expletive] is going on?’”
Karlin said he will nonetheless suggest that that be the first question Stewart puts to Kerry tonight.
“If you just want to pinpoint the success of the Republican Party and Bush, this is a perfect case study,” Karlin continued, “because George W. Bush has put a moratorium on talk about his behavior under the age of 40 and everyone [in the press] is abiding by it. ‘Were you or were you not an alcoholic or did you just have a drinking problem?,’ ‘Were you or were you not a drug abuser?’ Meanwhile they’re debating whether [Kerry’s war] wounds drew blood or were they superficial, or occurred in the same day, or whether he shot a guy wearing a toga. . . . How is that possible?” (washingtonpost.com)
“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he ...
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