Every time I read a story like this, or hear about Musk, Hegseth, Trump, Marjorie Taylor Greene in the large, or Pizza gate, Signal gate, eating cats and dogs I'm reminded of an episode on the Tonight Show late 1970s with Johnny Carson.<p>Burt Reynolds, and another character (maybe Don Rickles) were guests. Carson couldn't get a word in edgewise. His guests were joking, cutting-up --- very entertaining for the audience to be sure --- but frustrating Carson.<p>The final guest was Carol Wayne the movie lady. She's the physical manifestation of the dumb-blonde concept. As they spoke, she called Johnny old, tried to explain the graphic symbols used on TV weather reports, and made mention of the fact she was friends with one of Burt's ex-wives.<p>Burt said something snarky back to Wayne then, partly embarrassed, climbed over the interview couch and briefly hid. He then climbed back over which I'm sure Carson thought uncouth. This was followed by more outbursts from the other guests.<p>At some point Carson grew tired of Wayne and all the noise. He announced it was time for a TV advert (the ol' clock on the wall!) saying something to the effect of:<p>"There are days I'd give my bottom dollar just to talk to a regular person. I'm supposed to be the host. When we come back I'll try to make sense of this chaos."<p>Over the last 10 years I've been feeling Carson's angst more and more viscerally. A sniper? Oh c'mon!