One day in the 00s, as a struggling Hollywood screenwriter like Fitzgerald’s Pat Hobby, I decided to earn some money playing a courtroom spectator on Judge Judy, a show I’d never watched. They sat me in the second row, making me prominent in every audience shot. I don’t remember anything about the case, or much about the star judge, because I dozed off early on. All I recall is a TV crewmember tapping me on the shoulder then relocating me to the back row, so I still got paid for sleeping. But I would have stayed wide awake in Matt Walsh’s courtroom during any session of Judged by Matt Walsh, because I’d be laughing.
Walsh amusingly if drily rips both their dysfunctions and expresses his frustration just before dispensing judgment.
Amid the increasingly indistinguishable world of “infotainment,” Walsh is a conservative triple threat — a witty culture critic, a moral crusader, and the sharpest deadpan comedian since Norm Macdonald. In the most serious second capacity, Walsh was instrumental in outlawing child “gender” butchery in Tennessee last year, and aiding the (sadly temporary) blockage of liberal indoctrination in Virginia schools.
Circumventing a Loudoun County School Board rule that prohibited non-state residents from speaking out, Walsh officially relocated to Virginia for a short time. The lyrics to a segment on his very entertaining Daily Wire podcast, The Matt Walsh Show, boasts, “Who saved Virginia after living there just for a day?” Yet in his actual address to the far left school board, Walsh was brutally direct: “You are all child abusers. You prey upon impressionable children and indoctrinate them into your insane ideological cult. A cult which holds many fanatical views, but none so deranged as the idea that boys are girls and girls are boys.” (READ MORE from Lou Aguilar: The Hollywoke Meltdown)
Walsh’s most refreshing trait amid the liberal-dominant cancel culture is his total fearlessness in skewering any progressive sacred cow, regardless of race, sex, sexual orientation, or status in what he calls the “victim totem pole,” itself a snowflake-triggering term. He had no qualms, for instance, about ripping double victim — black, female — Democratic Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee on her recent assertion that the moon is gaseous.
“The spin that this ignoramus came up with is that she didn’t mean to say that stupid thing — she actually meant to say an even stupider thing.” Walsh added, “We are ruled by morons. By people who should not be trusted to walk across a room holding a pair of scissors … These are the people running the country.”
And last week, Walsh righteously blasted a Republican squish, Kari Lake, for her pathetic Planned Parenthood-worthy statement criticizing the Arizona Supreme Court’s upholding of a strict pro-life law. “It’s wrong on principle to come out in support of ‘sometimes you have to make the choice to kill your baby,’ Walsh said on his podcast. “It’s actually a reprehensible, disgusting view.”
Walsh wouldn’t just stop intellectually challenged folk from governing, he would prevent them from voting as a self-proclaimed “theocratic fascist.” Although he lacks the necessary absolute power, he now has binding legal power via his new show, Judged by Matt Walsh, which is refreshing fun. And watching him wield it is highly amusing.
He displays his deadpan skill in the introduction to the first episode. Wearing a judicial robe, he indicates two ridiculous sketches of his supposedly magisterial ancestors — both sharing his recognizable beard and glasses — Walsh somberly describes the auspicious family history that led him to the bench.
My great, great grandfather, Matthew Walsh, was a judge. He sat on the bench for almost 52 years, presiding over some of the most pivotal legal cases of his time. During his five-decade career, he sentenced 467 people to death. He was proud of that— and so am I … Same for my own grandfather and my own father, together they spent nearly 200 years deciding cases, and they passed down almost 3,000 death sentences. Naturally, I was intrigued when the Daily Wire came to me and offered me my own court show. My first question — can I sentence people to death?
The answer, of course, was no, but to the unfortunate people before him, Walsh’s judgments may seem pretty harsh. Because he addresses their absurdity, as much to the plaintiff as the defendant. The initial two were a couple — whether estranged or not was unclear — which mitigated their foolishness. The male plaintiff had told his girlfriend not to touch his car, which she naturally did and crashed. The defendant girlfriend denied any fault because he had left the car keys in her reach. “I feel like if we’re together, whatever is his is mine too.”
Walsh amusingly if drily rips both their dysfunctions and expresses his frustration just before dispensing judgment. “Ms. Guzman, Mr. Taylor, I have to tell you that spending this time with both of you has been the worst experience of my entire life.” He does find for Taylor that Guzman must pay him the $5,000 damage cost, but it’s obvious that misfortune of one type or another will follow them into the near future. (READ MORE: Midway in the Culture War)
And that’s the only drawback to Judged by Matt Walsh. Walsh’s humor, wit, aplomb, and common sense could eventually seem like pinpricks against widespread cluelessness. It may bring you down a bit but sure won’t put you to sleep. You’ll be laughing too much.