I watched it, and I think the answer is yes, they are fucking kidding you. They may genuinely intend to stir us some outrage amongst idiots, but there's no way that host believed what he was saying.

Are you saying the Fox people are bad, bad people?

Lobsters, I knew you were a conservative sort of a guy, but I didn't think you were stupid enough to believe the Muppets were socialists just because Fox News told you so. It's weird that you believe that. Even the guy who said it doesn't believe it, nor his little mush-mouthed buddy. They were just saying it to get…

It was bashed down with sledgehammers, in fact.

Some people are just shy. They don't care what millions of anonymous movie goers think, but don't feel like taking their clothes off in front of a bunch of camera guys and grips. (Even on a closed set, there are plenty of people around.) Also, the temptation to pick the most spectacular boobs you can find and then…

"Rock & Roll Part 2"

Is it to do with that last scene in A Christmas Story?

Reunion Tour by the Weakerthans certainly fits this bill o' goods.

It's nice to see Pollard get some Banknotes.

No, it's a Life Day special, if I recall correctly.

I have a mix CD I made called "A Very Annoying Christmas," which compiles all the worst Xmas tunes onto one conveniently ignorable disc. Tracks include The Universal Robot Band's "Disco Christmas," Hari Kari and his Six Saki Sippers doing "Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't Ever Go," Tim Dinkins' stirring rendition of "I Won't Let You…

That scene scared the hell out of me too. Brrr! Tell me when it's over!

But he can't change that he's apparently voiced by some unholy combination of Gary Busey and Franklin Pangborn.

Sniffsniffsniffsniff thpthpthpthpthp… Nothin'.

It's got to be Burl Ives' heartrending take on "Silver and Gold."

I watch this every year without fail. And every year without fail, Santa's a giant, petulant dick.

That was stopped much in the manner of an oil well fire being put out by dynamite.

I'm disappointed that he's sitting at a table. I'd have thought he'd have chosen a booth.

It would be nice if, after Hunger and Shame, the next McQueen/Fassbinder team-up to focus on a human state of being is "Itchiness."

The Travolta one is doubtless Croatian.