Think of all that hard work our founding fathers put in - the revolutionizing, the three-fifths compromising, having to write the entire Constitution with a quill - and yet they neglected to include the right to vote.

Did I end up finding a little blue pill to cure America's electoral dysfunction? Unfortunately, it's not that simple.

I'd rather call myself a mischief-maker, an imp, rather than a satirist. Satirist sounds so self important. Plus no one is calling himself an imp right now. It makes me feel special.

Hypocrisy is great fodder for comedy.

A young imagination is bold, likes to make bigger leaps. It likes to, well, imagine that the dustbuster is a dinosaur; that the computer mouse is a hotrod; that the box is a cave; that the rawhide is a torch... or a baton... or something.

It's much easier to make jokes about sensitive issues if there is some dissent, some conflict.

One Christmas my father kept our tree up till March. He hated to see it go. I loved that.