If you haven't caught Jon Stewart's farewell to Don Rumsfeld on YouTube, you can watch it at Comedy Central's website; go
here and then click on "Don with the Wind."
Not only is this an excellent piece of catharsis badly needed by many of us, it is a fabulous illustration of the expressive and rhetorical power of profanity, when used judiciously.
It's also an illustration of why The Daily Show has become a more popular source for news in the US than many of the 'legitimate' outlets. No, not because of the cursing, per se; but because The Daily Show regularly violates all the conventions that the legitimate news outlets use to preserve the look and feel that we have all come to identify with 'real' news. On any given night, Stewart, as the 'anchor,' displays a half-dozen emotional responses that would get him fired from any 'real' news show--including but not limited to outrage, incredulity, anxiety, fear, and frustration. I've always thought that the thing that really makes this show work is the way it reconfigures the viewer/anchor relationship through Stewart's interactions with the 'correspondents.' While the 'correspondents'--like all the real ones we see on all the other channels--continue to act as if whatever absurdity, atrocity, or insanity they're reporting on is part of the natural order of things, and to respond to Stewart's increasingly desperate questions and challenges with the same patronizing smiles and smug reassurances, Stewart acts out the viewer's own frustration and anger at being trapped inside a box whose slick glass walls will only reflect the warped and artificial images that are being sold to us as reality. On the one hand, he mirrors our own helplessness in the face of corporate media culture, our inability to smash the screen; on the other, through his monologues and through the manipulations we know are going on outside our immediate frame of reference, he acts out our fantasy of intervention, the possibility that finally, one day, we might be able to reach through the screen and just throttle the self-satisfied jackass on the other side who refuses to acknowledge the fact that we left business as usual behind long ago and are, as Stewart says in this spot, way past "up shit creek."
That's why the profanity is so important. Casual dropping of the s-word and the f-bomb (always bleeped out) is a convention of the show, precisely because they cannot be used in the context of a 'legitimate' news show. But in this spot is doing something completely different. As the script skewers Rumsfeld for refusing to use language commensurate with either the horror of the Iraq war or his own responsibility for it, Stewart's performance physicalizes the cathartic aspect of profanity. This spot reveals language as a corporeal phenomenon, as the gatekeeper for possibilities not just in terms of what can and cannot be thought or said but what can or cannot be felt, what can or cannot be released from our own bodies. This explosion is powerful not just because it finally says what needed to be said, but because it introduces into televised 'reality' the pain and tension and nausea and heartburn that uncoil inside our own bodies every time we watch one of those talking heads deny, with its pretence of professionalism and self-control, the howling chaos and despair into which the twenty-first century has plunged us.
Stewart and Colbert would, I'm sure, tell you if you asked that they're only comedians working on basic cable and what they're doing really doesn't matter too much. But I think that by being willing--as most of the legitimate journalists were not--to punch through the television screen, grab the slick and smiling lie behind it, and shake it till it screamed, they have both been performing a crucial public service and if I had a medal of freedom for real I would give it to both of them. This is an emergency. They broke the glass. It made a huge difference. I wish I had some way to thank them.
C ya,
The Plaid Adder