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few years ago I was enjoying a lunch with one of my idols, Peter Anthony. If you don’t know him, Peter Anthony is a Las Vegas legend; from the early days, he performed at all the Strip and Downtown hotels. He is a very funny man and an excellent musician. When Peter Anthony talks, I listen, and during lunch he told me about a comic he liked, Kathy Griffin.
Fast-forward to last weekend, the Boss asked me to go see a comic at Caesars Palace, Kathy Griffin. Wow, this is the comic Peter Anthony recommended four years ago, and I get to see her at Caesars, the Boss is great.I had no idea who Kathy Griffin was, what she did, or anything about her act; only that Peter Anthony said she was funny, and she was playing the big room at Caesars. All the big acts have played this room, Celine Dion, Cher, Elton John.
Kathy Griffin is a small redhead, with a big mouth. She dresses like a teenager, but she is 49. The wobbly skin hanging from her arms gives her age away. Her act starts out with the “F” bomb every other word, and it continues throughout her performance. To mix it up, she adds a few foul descriptions about body parts. These words don’t bother me, I use them all the time, but there is nothing funny about them, and she never used them funny.
Most of her act centered on exploiting Gays, Lesbians, her sex life, cable channel performers I never heard of, and bad-mouthing Downtown Las Vegas. None of her stuff was funny. She would yell out “Where are my Gays?” “Where are my Lesbians?” People in the audience would yell back and give her a round of applause. She said nothing funny, just a cheap way to gain favor with the audience.
Then she dragged out a copy of a magazine that wrote about her having sex with Sarah Palin’s daughter’s boyfriend, Levi Johnston. She portrayed him as white trash, and said the sex was just for fun, maybe his thoughts too! Once again, she said nothing funny, just another cheap way to gain notoriety.

After almost an hour I couldn’t take it anymore, I walked out and across the casino to drown my anguish with a $7.50 slice of pizza. As soon as I got home, I called Peter Anthony, and I asked him why did he think Kathy Griffin was funny. He said he watched her on a television sitcom, and she was funny, but he never saw her stand-up act. Peter, she doesn’t have an act.
To sum it up, Kathy Griffin gets $80.00 a ticket, and if you call what she does an act, it stinks. You could cut her some slack if she was an up-and-coming comic, but she’s playing the big room at Caesars, for big money. Her handle is “My life on the “D” list. Sorry Kathy, you belong on the “F” list.

