Sean Spicer has arrived in Hollywood.

He was onJimmy Kimmel Liveand he was on the Emmys.

Surely theres been a conversation aboutDancing With the Stars.

Perhaps a guest stint onMadam Secretary?

Maybe, when all else fails, a uniquely autobiographical episode ofDrunk History?

Both in person and around the world!

The camera kept cutting to Melissa McCarthy, who looked surprised, if not a bit disappointed.

But he so badly wants the world to know that hes got a sense of humor.

His appearance was controversial, the sort of thing that has normalized the word normalized.

But I think it was part of Colberts grand, failed plan.

Wasnt he the star of the White House Press Briefing, the most popular new series of the year?

(I dont have precise viewership numbers, but neither does Hulu.)

I dont envy anyone who tries to paint a complete picture of television circa now.

It didnt really work.

Colberts opening had too many thin gags stretched thinner.

(Millie Bobby Brown can dance, we get it!)

It took some time, but he got to the elephant in the nation.

The biggest TV star of the last year is Donald Trump, he said.

Every show was influenced by Donald Trump in some way.

AndSaturday Night Livesaid Steve Bannon was the Grim Reaper, ho ho ho, what laceration!

In 2017, whodidntwant to see all our favorite actresses gang up on an avatar of toxic masculinity?

Push, Zoe Kravitz, push!

And so what if the show seventh-wheeld you behind Adam Scotts beard and Ah-ma-BELL-ah?

But Trump has beenbusinessfor television good, weird business.

I want to thank Trump for making black people number one on the most-oppressed list, he said.

Hes the reason why Im probably up here.

I think Glover was joking.

(Hell,Atlantashouldve wonmore.)

But hes a wry, ruminative soul.

The tone of this Emmys was more celebratory and proudly political.

(The Handmaids Taleslipped in under theLostSeason 1 Exception: No robots, no superpowers!)

Once the awards show got going once Colbert and the hammy Billy Crystalite parodies disappeared it was a delight!

There were soft sweeps in each category, lending the night a sense of triple momentum.

There was a wondrous and strange moment reuniting the great women of9 to 5.

Say whatisgoing on with ol Dabney Coleman?Supportyou say, hey I know something aboutsupport, wink wink!

There was a mini-sweep for San Junipero, the beloved episode ofBlack Mirror, in the Movie-Miniseries categories.

The band was unusually aggressive, I thought, the play-off music oftenboomingin mid-sentence.

The band gave Kidman enough time to praise howBig Little Liesshined a light on domestic abuse.

Brown took the opportunity to guide the crowd through TV history.

Walter White held this joint!

he said, marveling at his Best Actor in a Drama prize.

Dick Whitman held this joint!

Most importantly: Detective Frank Pembleton held this joint!

Braugher was the last African American actor to win the Best Actor in a Drama Prize, in 1998.

(He did manage to conclude his speech in the press room though watch ithere.)

Whatever: His joy was infectious, and the night got more joyous as it went along.

There was Cicely Tyson, 92, taking her time, persisting.

There was Witherspoon and Kidman, sharing the stage to give a superteam speech about great roles for women.

My grandmother loved that show.

After Witherspoons triumphant speech, the disembodied Fowler yelled, Tell em, Reese!

Colbert was funny, loosened up at last, in a short bit with Jimmy Kimmel.

Go home, he said.

We have a lot of things to fight for.

But theres actual importance, and then theres self-importance.

Sure, well, I would imagine that there aresomepeople who remembersomeSupreme Court decisions, Alec?

And perhaps certain transformative Congressional bills?

But if youre looking for wisdom, look to Chance the Rapper.

He turned a cameo into a supernova during Colberts opening number.

But here was a clever, provocative idea.

Now, turn it off!