“What do we do, Wanda?”

Wanda Sykes is onstage at the Chevalier Theatre in Medford, Massachusetts, launching into her newest material about the Trump administration, when a woman in the balcony shouts this earnest plea.

“Pray and speak up,” Sykes responds, and the audience roars. It’s the advice they expected, and what Sykes thinks they need to hear. “I don’t know if they want me to tell them what to do,” Sykes muses the next morning, recovering from a late night at a Boston casino with a plate of eggs and a mug of green tea. “They want some relief. They want someone to tell them, ‘No, you’re not crazy.’ That’s what I give people.”

Of course, if they are crazy, she’ll tell them so. Onstage, Sykes gets more I-love-you’s than Obama in ’08. “That’s exactly what we need more of!” she cal

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