Guy drives down from Santa Barbara on Tuesday and Thursday, tapes two shows each afternoon (thus making one of them out of touch with the day's breaking news). Evidently doesn't read the jokes in advance -- I wouldn't either, most of them were of the "Gee, Michael Moore is fat" variety -- then complains when the audience doesn't laugh at them.

Seems unfamiliar with many of the guests, whom he insists on calling by a diminutive -- Moore would be "Mikey," former president Clinton would be "Billy" -- and gets into a huff when the token livberal disagrees with him.

As somebody said early on, "I knew the show was in trouble when they started including cooking segments."

Good fucking riddance. Even not counting the politics, it was a lazy, sloppy show. Lucky for Miller, nobody was watching.