Every Saturday night at 11 p.m., well past my bedtime in years yonder, I dropped down into the billowing cushions of my Cheeto-smeared, olive-green couch, turned on the TV that was becoming a tween (like me), and flipped to channel 5, NBC. Saturday Night Live has walked by my side as I have grown up, and as our country has metamorphosized. From “Peggy” to “The Californians” to “Gilly at the Science Fair,” I’ve lived all the memorable moments of that characteristic punch of humor. Before this raucous election season, SNL took a steep downturn, but the innate comedic genius has finally cracked out of its pupa.
Never before has a president so irrationally excoriate free press and media before. Trump’s baseless and ignoble attacks on SNL are no exception to his usual complaining. In response, one of the greatest eras of satire has emerged. This time around, instead of gross travesties of political caricatures and obscene jokes, SNL has repeatedly hit home runs with every show. Lorne Michaels and the cast now refuse to obfuscate their scathingly brilliant political commentary, displaying the highlights of the week’s political headlines with panache. More interesting is their continual use of comediennes to act out male roles within the Beltway. Kate McKinnon and Melissa McCarthy have effused the political incompetence and egregious unscrupulousness of the current kakistocracy, a feature that Trump loathes even more than “illegals” taking “our jobs.” The nettlesome behavior embodies the quintessence of comedy done right.
Through their various courageous stunts, SNL has helped us rediscover the power of humor–no, it is not merely escapism in times of darkness and uncertainty. It is a tool to poke holes at the establishment, to remind us of our true fundamental values, to shout from mountaintops for those who cannot even whisper in the deepest abysses. Humor is what we the people can use to cast light on pressing issues to be solved statim and to express our common sentiments. This is how we crystallize our beliefs with which we can rally. We can make a real difference with our midnight jokes–what we need is belief. Now shall we rise and plant our seedlings of our grousings to grow the bountiful orchards of satirical discontent. Trust me, the fruit will taste sweet.