Somewhere, There Must Be Little Lindseys

By Sniffles

We cats will never get Jimmy Kimmel and Jimmy Fallon confused again.

Are you surprised that we once did? It's true. Although we are nocturnal creatures, we run around the house stalking imaginary mice, dumping over litter boxes and riding the ceiling fans — not watching late-night TV. When we need to catch up on something, we do it on the Interwebs.

And with Jimmy Kimmel's brilliant rants against Graham-Cassidy, there's a lot to catch up on. Last night's monologue was another true gem, and we hope he keeps at it again tonight.

Trumpsters and Republicans are grumpily complaining that comedians like Kimmel should stick to being funny and leave politics alone. That's not only ridiculous — comics and talk-show hosts have been political for more than half a century, now — but Kimmel is uniquely qualified to be on this particular soap box. Armed with the riveting story of his baby boy's congenital heart condition, Kimmel's late-night platform helps him reach people who normally wouldn't give a second thought to healthcare reform. Kimmel can get their attention, make them think — and maybe even inspire them to reach for the phone.

(What's that Capitol Hill number again? Oh, yes: 202-224-3121.)

If Graham-Cassidy dies a well-deserved death, Jimmy Kimmel will be one of the heroes of the day. In the meantime, we're trying to figure out where G-C co-sponsor Lady Lindsey has squirreled away those kids he allegedly has, since he blasted Kimmel and said, "I understand the emotional nature of having a sick child." Really? He does? Guess the rumors aren't true, then. We cats HISS and PURR at the same time.