WTF WTF?

Well, here we are. The sky is orange. Billionaires are arguing about whose rocket is better. Democracy is hanging by a thread. So naturally, Marc Maron has decided now is the time to wrap up his WTF podcast.

I get it. Sixteen years. Over 1,400 episodes. Hundreds of "lock the gates!" intros, cat updates, coffee slurps, refrigerator bitching and brutally honest introspective spirals. That’s a lot. And that’s enough. For him.

But what about me, Marc? What about us?

Let’s be clear: WTF was never just a podcast. It was an emotional scavenger hunt with a healthy helping of neurosis. It was a comforting ritual—like therapy, but cheaper and with better celebrity cameos. Marc didn’t conduct interviews; he had conversations. Real, raw, occasionally meandering, frequently hilarious conversations.

And I was there for it all. Every Monday. Every Thursday. Want to know how deep I was in? I even listened to the Orny Adams episode. The Orny Adams episode, Marc.

Sure, there are other entertaining podcasts. Polished. Clever. Hosted by duos and trios that make it a misplaced point of pride to avoid politics and meaningful discussions while they keep referring to each other as “besties.”

But WTF had something different. Bravery. Heart. Humor. Insight. Chutzpah. The nerve to let silence sit. The guts to go weird. The refusal to put on a fake voice or banter.

And Marc wasn’t just talking to his guests. He was talking to us. He was there for us.

So now, as the world is melting like a cheap popsicle on a Vegas sidewalk in August, Marc has decided to sign off? Really? Is this the moment we’re saying goodbye?

I'm not saying he can’t take a break. He's more than earned it. But what if, and I’m just spit balling here—what if instead of stopping WTF, he just...tapered? Like a prescription med (he knows a little about those).

Maybe just one episode a week. Or biweekly. Or once a month. Just a little something to keep the darkness at bay and remind us that we are, in fact, still here.

Because the truth is, Marc Maron you’re the hero we need. Flawed. Funny. Smart. Sad. Human.

Thank you Marc. For the laughs. For the tears. For the time you had President Obama in the garage. Thank you for all of it. I’ll miss you. I already do.

But seriously—Orny Adams?

What have you done lately

Hey, you know what's a really bad thing to do if you're trying to feel good? Compare what you've accomplished in your life to what others have accomplished in theirs.

Always a lose-lose proposition.

I was watching the Kennedy Center Honors the other night. Every year, a select group of artists is chosen for their contribution and lifetime achievement in their field. This year, as in years past, was a stellar group: Dustin Hoffman, David Letterman, Buddy Guy, Natalia Makarova and the surviving members of Led Zeppelin. All were received earlier in the day by President Obama, and during the broadcast each had tributes paid to them by colleagues after a reel showcasing their contributions was shown. To give you a little flavor of the show, here's the entire segment honoring Letterman, and a portion of the one honoring Dustin Hoffman.

I could have a reel of my accomplishments, but it'd look decidedly different. For starters, there'd be very little of my work on it (I'll wait a second while creative directors all over town nod in agreement). Not that I wouldn't be proud to display it, but as I've said many, many times here, it's just advertising. (My friend Janice, who has a fine, Parisian blog of her own, rightfully calls what we do a "legacy of garbage.")

No, my accomplishment montage would have more of a personal than universal touch to it, more of the things that matter to me. There'd be shots of my beautiful and ever so patient wife, my awesome kids and Max, the world's greatest dog. It'd have before and 14-year later after shots of my house. Did I mention Max, the world's greatest dog?

And just so you don't think I'm completely neglecting the industry that's been so good to me, I'd also include pictures of friends I've made in the business who've become real life friends as well. People who've inspired me with their monumental talent, and are constantly giving me something to aspire to. (I'll save their names for a later getting-sloppy-in-my-beer post I'm planning to do on gratitude.)

I realize I may have started this post on a somewhat less than positive note. But just so there's no confusion, I feel pretty good about my accomplishments.

Although dinner at the White House does sound nice.

Educating Rick

The Republican party has a lot to be proud of in Rick Santorum.

Finally, finally, someone has the courage, the foresight, the vision, and let's just say it - the balls to take a stand against higher education.

As if it wasn't enough to misquote President Obama while he was speaking to a tea party group in Michigan, Santorum decided to throw in some good, old-fashioned name calling. Apparently in Santorum's universe, Obama is a "snob" because he wants everyone to have the opportunity of a higher education should they choose it.

It's easy to see why Santorum would be against this. After all, with his B.A., M.B.A. and J.D. degrees (one more than Obama has), he's obviously an educated man. He understands first-hand the pointlessness and futility of a higher education.

While he was a hard-working student at Penn State, University of Pittsburgh and Dickinson School of Law, he must've come face-to-face with plenty of those educated elitist snobs day after day. What with their "intellectual" discussions and "critical thinking" and "larger world view" it must've taken everything he had to graduate with his three degrees.

Obviously being around those leftist professors and their America-hating agendas is how Santorum is able to recognize Obama for the snob he is.

As the above paragraph from his 2006 campaign website so clearly illustrates, Santorum is so flustered at the thought of today's children having accessibility to affordable, higher education, he forgot that six years ago he was for it.

Thank you Rick Santorum for coming out against education. Together with your woman-hating policies to turn back all the progress they've made in the last 100 years, I believe you may have a real shot at this thing.

And if it doesn't work out, you can always tear up those over-rated degrees and get yourself a job requiring less skills.

After all, even liberals have to buy their fries from someone.