I’m not going to say I teared up at the part where she blows snot on the rug, but I’m not going to say I didn’t tear up either. It’s a mixed bag — they omitted “ching chong,” the Trutherisms, the Gulf of Tonkin conjecture, and all other subjects political except for a nasty dig at Hasselbeck’s beliefs which Elisabeth merrily plays along with. But the rest is gold.
We’ve lost a great deal, my friends. More than we know.
So many laughs, so many tears…so many fat lesbian jokes. We’ll miss you, Rosie.