The carousel of destruction that is our American political system under the Trump regime seems to spin faster and faster with each passing day.
This week, Donald Trump fired his FBI director who, coincidentally, was currently heading up an investigation into his ties to Mother Russia. In an effort to assure us that we’re not crazy and everything is definitely in a state of WTF, Melissa McCarthy and Alec Baldwin reprised their press secretary Sean Spicer and president Donald Trump impressions on Saturday Night Live last night. At least we’ll have something to laugh about as everything crumbles around us, right?
Melissa McCarthy is hosting Saturday Night Live for the fifth time tomorrow night, and it looks like she’s bringing her too-perfect impression of White House hide-and-seek enthusiast Sean Spicer. Melissa as Spicey was seen rolling down 59th Street in NYC earlier today on a motorized press podium. I can’t believe nobody tried to hop on the back of that thing and ask how much it would cost to go to LaGuardia.
— Sherrilyn Ifill (@Sifill_LDF) May 12, 2017
That’s a surprising amount of road rage coming from Spicey (I expected much more, to be honest). He definitely seems like the type who would steer with his knees just so he could keep one hand free to flip off drivers and the other hand for shoving gum in his mouth.
NBC News doesn’t know what Melissa was doing out there on the street, but they made the obvious assumption it’s probably for a sketch. I wonder if when they were done, Melissa decided to have a couple laughs by staying in costume as Sean Spicer and taking the shoutmobile down to Trump Tower to freak out Melania Trump. No, that would almost be too mean. Melania would lose it if she saw a member of the White House staff cruising up to her penthouse. “Oh nooooo, don’t tell me they’re moving the White House to New York. Shit shit shit. Maybe if I lock the door and duck behind the couch, they won’t think I’m home.”
Last week, President Donald Trump was reportedly traumatized by Melissa McCarthy’s impression of his
propaganda minister press secretary Sean Spicer on Saturday Night Live. You could tell, just by the fact that he didn’t launch into a Twitler tirade about it. The short-fingered silence was deafening!
One of Donald Trump’s early Sunday morning rituals has been pounding his roasted baby carrot fingers on his phone as he rages against Alec Baldwin and his favorite show Saturday Night Live for making fun of him again. But strangely enough, Trump didn’t fart out a single tweet about Melissa McCarthy’s Emmy-Oscar-Nobel Peace Price-worthy take on Sean Spicer, which was very “Matt Foley on testosterone-laced meth” to me. Even Sean Spicer said words about it and told reporters that he thought Melissa’s drag king impersonation of him was “cute.” But a “top Trump donor” told Politico that Melissa’s Spicer act achieved the impossible: it shut Trump up.
To a country in turmoil, Alec Baldwin’s take on President Donald “Did he really just say that?” Trump on Saturday Night Live has been a gentle, cooling hand on our collective fevered brow.
Melissa McCarthy’s impression of frequently embattled and easily enraged White House press secretary Sean Spicer, which she debuted on SNL last night, should have the same effect on you. It’s always comforting when someone points out that you’re not crazy or imagining things, the situation really IS this batshit crazy and some extra sort of people are, for real, running the world.
Via Vanity Fair:
McCarthy’s version of Spicer cancels the National Parks Service as an aside, ignores concerned questions about Bannon’s role on the N.S.C., uses props to get her point across, and locks a disobedient CNN reporter in a cage.
SNL is pretty much a news source at this point, so they’re serving up as much satire of our current administration as possible. Last night, Alec appeared as Trump earlier in the FIRST cold open of the episode (Melissa yelled out the “Live from New York…” when she ended her sketch). They have enough material to do two cold opens now. Lorne Michaels can’t sleep on his stomach anymore due to the rigid and permanent erection he has over ratings and press and the Trump era is only two weeks in.
You can watch Melissa McCarthy as Sean Spicer (the only thing she was missing were the purple bags under his eyes that make you wonder if he’s able to sleep ever or at all) below.
If the Oscars and the Emmys are your fancy old uncle who drinks expensive scotch and loves British shows on PBS, then the People’s Choice Awards are your aunt who drinks canned Bay Breezes and asks if you wanna get high in her LeBaron. The People’s Choice Awards are for the people, damn it, and they don’t need prestige or class or gowns that requires every inch of your intestines to be crammed into Spanx.
Blake Lively clearly knows this and after going full-fashion at the Golden Globes two weeks ago, she wore one of Britney Spears’ rejects to the People’s Choice Awards. It’s like she couldn’t find her glasses and just assumed the dress code on the PCA invitation said: “Come dressed as a dancer from a Bob Mackie-inspired cruise ship show who is trying to get fired.” She looks like the messiest pledge at a sorority for ravens.
Some people still don’t understand that you don’t have to try so hard at the People’s Choice Awards. Jennifer Lopez, I’m looking at you.