The main reason I wanted to wait a day to talk about Donald Trump’s senseless proclamation he made towards Muslims on Monday was to give the world time to digest it.
I was hopeful that decency and sanity would prevail.
And thankfully, it did.
The world has not lost its mind. At least not yet. Not only did fellow Republicans condemn his proposal — including new Speaker of the House Paul Ryan, who previously had said he would not comment on the presidential race — but people across the world came out to voice their disapproval.
The mayor of St. Petersburg in Florida facetiously said he was “barring Donald Trump” from entering his city until all Trumps are proven to not be dangerous.
But the retort of the day went to Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling, who said, “How horrible. Voldemort was nowhere near as bad.”
As someone who spent much of his childhood — and admittedly, some of his young adulthood — immersed in the Harry Potter universe, this was especially awesome for me.
But that’s that. It’s not even worth dignifying such bigotry with any more commentary.
Especially when yesterday brought us other news. The Daily Show welcomed back a familiar face, as Jon Stewart returned as a guest to publicly shame the Republican lawmakers who are holding up the renewal of the Zadroga Act, which provides treatment for those who were among the first responders on Sept. 11, 2001, a large chunk of whom are dying now from the toxic fumes they inhaled that day.
It was a really powerful piece and one definitely worth watching. And it was a stark reminder of how much our world needs Jon Stewart. Especially now.
For years, he was the voice of reason who entertained and comforted us every night at 11 p.m. And boy, we could really use some common sense right now.
It was Stewart who championed the passage of the bill five years ago when he had four 9-11 responders on his show. On Monday night, only one of those four were able to return. The other two were too ill, and the third one is dead.
It’s not easy to be a half-humorist half-political commentator who actually makes a difference in the world. With this blog, I make a difference in the one person’s life who accidentally stumbles across this site via a Google search.
And you know what? I’ll take it.
Last, nominations were revealed on Monday for the 57th Grammy Awards, which will take place Feb. 8. There were no major surprises; Taylor Swift’s 1989 is up for Album of the Year, which will naturally anger some people.
And for those wondering, Adele was not eligible, hence her absence from the nominees list. But she’ll probably kill it in 2017.
But I must express my extreme displeasure with one egregious snub: Sufjan Stevens. His album, Carrie and Lowell, is without a doubt among the best of the year. And he got nothing.
Not many people are capable of delivering lyrics in such a haunting, soul-tickling manner like he can.
It’s a shame he wasn’t recognized on a national level, and it also deprives the general public from learning about a very talented artist.
Oh well. Sufjan, I see you. And you may never win music’s biggest prize, but, if it’s any consolation, allow me to bestow you with a WeinGrammy®.
For reference, it’s somewhere between a Video Music Award and a Kid’s Choice Award, and about equivalent in self-validation to a Tinder match.