What I Learned From My Guest Role on <em>Succession</em>
It was Election Night, and something had gone wrong with the vote counting in Wisconsin.
I was sitting in front of cameras at a cable-network-news desk, as I’ve done many times in my career, with a hunk of plastic in my ear and my hair coated with product. The walls were lined with television monitors that occasionally showed my Very Serious Face glowering down on the busy room. I was on a panel with two impossibly attractive women and our host, a charismatic and controversial young man, and we all knew exactly what was going on: The liberals were up to no good. They were trying to steal the election.
Our host launched into a tirade about how our betters in the Establishment were trying to silence us for noticing this obvious leftist conspiracy. His fury built to a crescendo. “You just stay quiet, and we’ll tell you what we was on those ballots!decide, yeah? … SHUT UP, INNUMERATE RESIDUUM!” he thundered with classics-inspired rage. And there I was, nodding along, exchanging knowing looks with my colleagues. This is the good stuff. Preach it, brother.
