Luther at the Movies

No, it is not The Colbert Report. It is Imus in the Morning. Simulcast on MSNBC and WFAN radio, it has for years provided outrageous, politically incorrect, and LOL entertainment to the discomfort of jackanapes politicians, network anchors, and anyone who interferes with his treasured charitable interests.

Imus, the ex-alcoholic, ex-cocaine addict who dresses like an heroin-addled Halloween cowboy, has no internal censor and the worst taste in music since Telly Savalas was asked to record "If."

Reining Imus in from his worst tangents is Charles McCord—news reader, classical pianist, and sole recognizable human being. The voice of reason to Imus' voice of doom, McCord is the show's conscience and assumes the role of the average, putatively outraged listener/viewer ("Is there any way you can die?").

To Imus' right is Bernard McGuirk, who makes Imus sound like Mortimer Adler. McGuirk is the show's executive producer and also responsible for ten of the funniest minutes on the funniest show on TV or radio, this when he dons his FedEx package for a bishop's mitre and becomes "Cardinal Egan." McGuirk's thundering out anathemas in an Irish brogue should be used to revive coma patients: If they don't jolt out of bed with a case of the giggle fits—pull the plug, damn it, pull the plug! They're as dead as Chevy Chase's film career.

As if that were not enough, try Rob Bartlett as President Clinton or Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys or Dr. Phil. If that doesn't do it for you, then there's Larry Kenny as Jerry Falwell or Jack Nicholson.

Whatever your politics, Imus is prepared to appall. The self-described "only Republican living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan," he also voted for John Kerry (whom he then turned on) and loves John McCain. And if you think you are going to double-deal either him or his wife, Deirdre, when it comes to fighting autism or throwing a wrench in the works of any of their other charitable or environmental concerns, just ask Joe Barton (R-Texas) about the consequences.

So, if you are sick of Two and a Half Men and never found The New Adventures of Old Christine even slightly amusing, and are desperate for something that's funnier than the Japanese prime minister channeling Elvis, then tune in to Imus in the Morning. If you don't get this program by either radio or television, move. Just move.