I really think Late Night with Jimmy Fallon is going to catch on.

Why? Because it’s going to be disaster porn, but on a lighter scale that everyone can joke about. Each night’s going to be like watching the aftermath of a car accident, or an earthquake, or a youtube video of Berlesconi picking his nose: we might not really like it, we might even be totally disgusted and shocked, but we just won’t be able to turn away. The next morning we’ll all gather around the water cooler and talk about about it in hushed, depressed tones. We may even start repeating some jokes in the same vein as lame pickup lines.

Deep down inside, we’re going to start really liking it, because it reminds us that even though we may not be TV stars with our own TV show, even though we have no money left, even though America is in the midst of an inevitable Roman Empire-like decline, at least, at the VERY least we’re not poor old Jimmy Fallon.

Think about it: despite being a movie/TV/music star, Jimmy Fallon must wake up screaming every day. I mean, here’s a man who’s forced to get up and perform in front of the nation each night, something he’s obviously terrible at. He probably saw a ‘comedy writers wanted’ ad in the newspaper one day and thought he would be writing one-liners for a two-bit nightclub comedian. One thing lead to another, and now he’s suffering through being a US b-list celebrity. Can you think of any worse torture?

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