Of the many, many horrible things we learned last night during the speech that refused to end, perhaps the most poignant was the proof that no one will ever invent a time machine. If there were to be a point in the future when someone could pull off that technology, surely they'd have come back to last night and found a way to prevent that speech, that nomination, that mythological white supremacist American Berserk from ever taking place. Alas.

There was one tiny glimmer of happiness, though: Jon Stewart combed the "I'm through with showbiz" cobwebs out of his serious man beard, and dropped in to his old colleague Stephen Colbert's show last night to do what he does best: Rail against bigoted idiots for the edification of people who agree with him in advance. But guess what: He was fucking hilarious, he was fucking right, and I was fucking grateful. No more hand-wringing, no more fear. Trump is the bastard of the century, and must be stopped. Thank you, Mr. Stewart.