“Project Thaw” Turns Harry Into Colbert’s Dancing Monkey

Colbert’s writers handed him bargain‑bin Hallmark garbage, and Harry still played along like a good little pet. He was grinning, bouncing, and pretending this was all normal for a grown man who once flew in combat and carried real weight.

You could feel the desperation bleeding through the canned laughter, a middle‑aged prince begging for validation from a blue‑pilled studio mob trained to clap every time Trump gets name‑checked as the villain.

This is what the system does to weak men. The same media class that cheered while he torched his own family now props him up as a seasonal joke, rewrites him as a cuddly goof, and hopes everyone forgets the race smears, the Netflix whining, and the California victim tour. Slap a Christmas label on it, drop a safe Trump jab, and sell it as “healing.” In reality, it is a neutered royal doing tricks for the liberal establishment, on the same stage that sneers at middle America, Christianity, and anyone who still respects the idea of duty.

Colbert’s show is the perfect sewer for this. Late‑night used to be sharp; now it is a lecture with punchlines stapled on, a place where Democrats get their feet kissed, Republican voters get spat on, and broken celebrities get repackaged as heroes as long as they read from the script. Watching Harry shuffle through that bit told you everything you need to know.