Whenever I meet a fellow conservative—at the Opera, or at the Latin Mass, or at the hush hush child-sacrificing soirées we all attend—and they ask what it is that I ‘do’, I am always hesitant to answer ‘stand-up comedy’. Primarily, this is because if you have to tell somebody you’re a performer then you’re probably unsuccessful, and nobody wants to share a box, or a pew, or an infant, with a failure.