Comedy requires an innate sense of timing.
So you’d think — by now — Jay Leno — former comedian, current leper — would know that he has seriously missed his cue. Needs to go. Couldn’t be less welcome if he had let chili farts in one of the tiny, egg-shaped elevators at the St. Louis Arch. (Sorry — a couple of personal scars crept into that last illusion.)
NBC asked you to leave, Jay. And, I’ll admit, they pussied out at the end. Took one look at that huge, tremblin’ jaw of yours, and just couldn’t do it. So you stayed, and your new show failed so horrendously in primetime, it pretty much took down the whole network with it. The affiliate stations, too. I hear peacocks are endangered now. Live with that.
And tonight, Conan and his staff and his fans become your lastest victims. To make room for you yet again. Because apparently, at NBC, there is nothing they like better than a big, fat failure.
You’re a perfect match.
I can only hope that the same audience that found your tired, lame comedy lacking in primetime will reject your recycled “Tonight Show” when you return to late night. And, more importantly, they will say no to your lack of integrity, your lack of fair play, and your serious lack of timing.
There’s nothing funny about what you did. There’s nothing funny about what you do.
Go home, Jay.