My character is self-important, poorly informed, well-intentioned but an idiot. So we said, `Let's give him a promotion.'
Stephen ColbertRead
I'm a satirist, so I've got boxing gloves on if the person is worthy of satire. But I'm not an assassin. If that ever happens, it's only because something happened during the interview that got me going, and then I had to translate my feelings to the mouth of the character.
Interpretation
Stephen Colbert emphasizes that satire is a playful critique rather than an attack.
In this quote, Stephen Colbert describes his role as a satirist, highlighting the distinction between using humor to critique someone's actions or beliefs and crossing the line into harmful personal attacks. He suggests that satire should be an engaging and entertaining way to express dissent, but not an avenue for vindictiveness, indicating that any harshness in his portrayal arises from genuine reactions during interactions, rather than premeditated malice.
In practice
This quote can be used in a lecture on the ethics of satire in comedy clubs.
My character is self-important, poorly informed, well-intentioned but an idiot. So we said, `Let's give him a promotion.'
Luckily, a recent survey published in the American Sociological Review revealed that atheists are the least trusted group in America—less trusted, even, than homosexuals. It makes sense at least we trust the homosexuals with our hair.
And when those bombs went off, there were runners who, after finishing a marathon, kept running for another two miles to the hospital to donate blood. So, here's what I know - these maniacs may have tried to make life bad for the people of Boston, but all they can ever do, is show just how good those people are.
My father always wanted to be 'Col-bear.' He lived in the same town as his father, and his father didn't like the idea of the name with the French pronunciation. So my father said to us, 'Do what you want. You're not going to offend anybody.' And he was dead long before I made my decision.
I may be just an empty flesh terminal reliant on technology for all my ideas, memories and relationships, but I am confident that all of that everything that makes me a unique human being is still out there somewhere, safe in a theoretical storage space owned by giant, multinational corporations.
And that brings us to tonight's word: Truthiness. Now I'm sure some of the word-police, the 'wordanistas' over at Websters, are gonna say, 'Hey, that's not a word!' Well, anybody who knows me knows that I am no fan of dictionaries or reference books. They're elitist. Constantly telling us what is or isn't true, what did or didn't happen.
Canada is a country whose main exports are hockey players and cold fronts. Our main imports are baseball players and acid rain.
You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
The Irish are a fair people: They never speak well of one another.
I never worry about diets. The only carrots that interest me are the number of carats in a diamond.
There's nobody for me to attack in this matter even with soft and gentle ridicule-and I shouldn't ever think of using a grown up weapon in this kind of a nursery. Above all, I couldn't venture to attack the clergymen whom you mention, for I have their habits and live in the same glass house which they are occupying. I am always reading immoral books on the sly, and then selfishly trying to prevent other people from having the same wicked good time.
It amused me to think that one can tell the truth when one is drunk and nobody will believe it.
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