I know it's morning in America, and we happy citizens of the imperium are busy luxuriating in an endless tomorrow of IPO-generated wealth and eternally unfolding consumer options. So why, when I'm surrounded by audiences guffawing at bottom-shelf wisecracks, do I hear desperation in their laughter? In my more cynical moments, the only belief I'm able to retain is that we're so determined to be amused, so eager to forget our fates as mere biological extensions of computer terminals, that we'll laugh at anything put before us, no... More >>>