I held on through the last season of your sitcom, two seasons of your mediocre talk show, and endless nonsensical rants on your blog, hoping one day you'd prove yourself the beacon of hilarity and comfort you once were. But Roseanne - what the fuck is up these homo/transphobic, tasteless, and dreadfully unfunny webisodes spoofing Cher and her transitioning son Chaz you've stooped to "producing" (and Jackie Beat wrote and stars in, which makes it all the more sad):