Kathy Griffin picks her favorite Minnesota politician — and the one she can no longer stand

A: One time I was selling so well in beautiful Minneapolis, at the height of “My Life on the D-List.” Our three shows sold so well, we tried to add a fourth, but couldn’t until three months later. I was so paranoid that the same people might show up that I wrote a completely different two-hour act. I think because I’m from Illinois, I have a kinship with Minneapolis. There’s a Midwestern common sense. Of course, not everywhere in Minnesota is Minneapolis. No shade, but if I’m going to play rural Minnesota, I‘d have to switch it up, just like my shows in Chicago would be different than the ones in Peoria. In Minneapolis, I can do more nervy stuff. I can be my proud, lefty, Commie, Kamala Harris-lovin’ self. And now that I get Tim Walz, I defy people to protest me.

Q: You’re still getting protesters?

A: There’s still people who show up with pictures of Joe Biden tied up and gagged, or lunatics that take their perfectly nice vehicles and plaster them with pictures of Trump as Rambo. Rambo? Really? But I have a feeling they’re not going to show up in Minneapolis.

Q: You’ve been open about your struggle with depression and your suicide attempt. What got you out of that funk?

A: Even in those low moments, I realized that someday, somehow I’ll find something funny in it. Humor has dug me out of every hole. When I tried to off myself, I was thinking that if I can’t do stand-up again, I don’t want to live. If I couldn’t do stand-up now, I would struggle with it, but I think I’d be OK-ish. There were a number of people who should have known better. I got crapped on by Al Franken. I was going to host two book events for him. He called me the day that photo came out and said, “What were you thinking? I can’t be seen with you.” I cried so hard. I couldn’t believe my ears.

Q: If Al called you now, would you make up with him?