Blue on blue usually leaves no one to root for, but not here. Matthews’s book sounds like a standard self-help tome with political metaphors as the hook — “the first impression is the most important,” “smile more often,” etc. Stewart uses it as a jumping-off point for his benignly demagogic populist shtick about authenticity, which is precious in its faux naivete, in the fact that it’s coming from someone who’s in the entertainment industry, of all things, and especially insofar as Stewart himself is quick to disclaim his own authenticity when he’s taken seriously and challenged on his views. It’s no secret that Matthews is one of our favorite whipping boys but tell me you don’t feel a tiny bit sorry for him when Stewart calls him a fascist at the end.
“Jokingly,” of course. Always “jokingly.”