The Colbert Report's 'Tek Jansen' :
An interview with J. J. Sedelmaier...
In a presidential campaign filled with the cluttered, clarion sound of thousands upon thousands of words – powerful, eloquent words; mean-spirited, vindictive words – words uttered with articulation, elucidation and strength, misbegotten words mumbled ineffectively and without passion. It eventually became too much. Verbosity awash in verbosity. At the end, for the Scribe it was the images not the words that persisted and lingered in his mind. Images of the vanquished in gracious concession; of the winner in proud but reserved glory. It was the images of the Reverend Jesse Jackson stoically weeping, Queen Oprah overcome with emotion leaning upon the shoulder of a stranger, and it was the lasting faux-poignant visage of Stephen Colbert weeping unashamedly before the unyielding camera.
The Scribe always knew that images held power – from the delicate dabs of Georges Seurat’s impressionistic dotage to today’s digital artists’ youthful interstitial pixel renderings. But this knowledge sometimes had to be refreshed, to be made anew and it was doggoned Colbert that did it. Colbert was a hoot. An absolute hoot. He offered a unique and insanely well-crafted lunacy that was at once cerebral and yet somehow base. And his show had darned fine cartoons too!
What more could you ask?