Can Roseanne Save America?
Ever since Donald Trump rode down his escalator and announced he was running for president, a good swath of America, not to mention the overwhelming majority of its media, has been having the collective equivalent of a nervous breakdown.
It got worse when he actually became president and it hasn't stopped since. The ramifications have been, to put it mildly, depressing -- families divided, longtime friendships shattered, the society even more sundered than it was during Vietnam.
This has largely been the left's doing, to be honest -- they tend to react more emotionally -- but some on the right are responsible too.
Enter Roseanne Barr.
The woman whose sitcom with John Goodman broke ground thirty years ago as a symbol of working class progressivism returned, after a three-decade hiatus, Tuesday night, but this time -- oh, apostasy! -- as a Trump supporter.
(Actually, Barr has been in the Trump camp on Twitter and elsewhere for some time, but this was her first venture into the theatrical realm.)
Was it a great show? It's hard to say because the extraordinary shock of seeing an actual highly sympathetic though irascible self-admitted "Deplorable" -- Roseanne -- as the protagonist of a network television show is so far from our daily entertainment reality it overwhelms all other considerations.
Yes, there were a fair number of funny lines. But forget writing, acting, directing, and the rest, it was positively thrilling to see something fictional transpiring on the television screen that reflected the half of America that has been so consistently and deliberately hidden from view or reviled by Hollywood. You almost couldn't believe your eyes. Was this actually happening? When were Matt Damon or George Clooney going to walk in to set these people to rights? It had to be coming after the commercial. But it didn't.