What the Actual Fuck, CBS?! — YOU Canceled Colbert

And I’m Not Okay!

Let’s get one thing out of the way right now: I’m pissed. Heartbroken. Disillusioned. And deeply, profoundly disappointed.

CBS has officially canceled The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Just like that. No farewell. No proper sendoff. No reverence for what that show meant to so many of us. And if you think this is just about a late-night talk show going off the air, then you haven’t been paying attention. This isn’t just a programming change — it’s a gut punch to American journalism, political satire, and, quite frankly, truth itself.

Stephen Colbert wasn’t just another host cracking jokes behind a desk. He was a goddamn truth-teller. He was one of the few left in mainstream media who didn’t pull punches, didn’t water it down, didn’t dance around the hard shit. He faced it. He took the chaos of our world and turned it into a nightly sermon of satire, reality, and resistance — wrapped in biting wit and served with a smirk.

In an era where bullshit has been industrialized and monetized, Colbert was one of the last people calling it what it is. Lies. Propaganda. Fascism. Corruption. Gaslighting. He stood in front of a studio audience night after night, looked dead into the camera, and said: “No. This isn’t normal. This isn’t okay. Let’s laugh, but let’s also not forget what’s really going on.”

That kind of voice doesn’t come around often. And now we’ve lost it.

And listen, this isn’t just abstract to me. This one cuts deep. One of the absolute best memories of my life — the kind of thing you never forget — was when Rogue and I got to see The Late Show live. It wasn’t just one taping either. It was a double taping. We were lucky enough to sit in that iconic Ed Sullivan Theater not once, but twice in the same day, soaking up every second of the magic. And as if that wasn’t enough, we got called up on stage — on fucking stage — to answer questions. Me. Rogue. On that famous red carpet, with cameras in our faces, standing where legends stood.

I remember the lights. The buzz in the room. The smell of the stage. The electricity of being in the same space as Colbert — a man whose words and work had helped me make sense of the insanity of the world. It was surreal, and beautiful, and affirming in a way I can’t fully put into words. That night felt like we were part of something — not just witnessing it, but woven into the fabric of it.

And now? That fabric just got shredded.

What CBS has done here is more than short-sighted — it’s fucking shameful. You don’t cancel Stephen Colbert because you’re bored or budget-cutting or chasing the next TikTok trend. You cancel Stephen Colbert because you’re afraid. Afraid of truth. Afraid of intellect. Afraid of someone who won’t kiss the ring or sanitize the message. And make no mistake: this wasn’t just about numbers. Colbert was still dominating in his time slot. So what gives?

I’ll tell you what gives: we’re living in a time where networks care more about appeasing advertisers than upholding values. Where truth is treated like an inconvenience. Where satire is dangerous, not because it’s offensive, but because it exposes the truth with humor. Colbert didn’t just get laughs — he got under your skin. He made people think. And clearly, that was too much for the execs in their fucking corner offices.

And while we’re at it, let’s talk about what this means culturally. We’ve lost more than a late-night host — we’ve lost a cultural checkpoint. Colbert was one of the only people in late night who made a consistent effort to bring reality to the stage. Not hot takes. Not clickbait. But actual, meaningful commentary delivered with a raised eyebrow and razor-sharp timing.

He helped us process Trump. He unpacked the pandemic. He stood up for trans rights. He tore into book bans. He never stopped punching up. And if you were someone trying to make sense of a world on fire, Colbert was there with a match and a mirror.

Canceling that is a fucking travesty.

To the team behind The Late Show, from the writers and crew to the producers who helped shape every second of that show — thank you. You created something bigger than TV. You created a voice. A movement. A middle finger wrapped in charm. You gave people like me hope, laughter, and catharsis on nights when it felt like everything was falling apart.

To Stephen — I don’t even know what to say. You gave us your soul night after night, and I’ll never stop being grateful. Wherever you go next, whatever you do, we’ll be watching. We’ll be laughing. We’ll be thinking. Because you trained us to expect more — from our comedy, from our leaders, and from ourselves.

And to CBS?

Fuck you for this.

You didn’t just cancel a show — you silenced a voice. And you’ve lost more than just a viewer. You’ve lost trust. You’ve lost integrity. You’ve lost the kind of cultural relevance that no reality show or reboot will ever replace.

Stephen Colbert was never just a host.

He was a conscience with a camera.

And now more than ever, we need that.