Al Sharpton has established himself as the quickest wit among the Democratic candidates, but he turned in a painful performance as the guest host for Saturday Night Live. The monologue went well, with Tracy Morgan goading the Reverend Sharpton into reprising some of his James Brown dance moves. From that point forward, though, Sharpton made every minute he was on camera look like an act of penance. He missed his cues and spent most of the skits staring glumly into space until it was his turn to talk. After the news, I couldn’t bear the thought of watching Sharpton squirm anymore and I turned the television off.
Maybe towards the end of rehearsals Sharpton began to worry that appearing on Saturday Night Live might hurt his chances of becoming President of the United States.
Originally posted on A Frolic of My Own.