Jamie Kilstein kills. His show There’s No God and That’s OK is the kind you walk away from feeling a sense of euphoria.

Kilstein dissects the racism, sexism and homophobia prevalent in today’s society and tackles religion, politics and war; big, unfunny issues with unrelenting ease, somehow still providing a laugh a minute. My festival favourite so far, the New Yorker blew me out of the water, possessing an open mindedness and pragmatism I only aspire to have, a knack for making his audience take offence, not at him but at the various groups he targets, and thoughtful commentary on taking responsibility for yourself and credit for creating your own destiny, without blind reasoning and faith in divine intervention.

Kilstein’s show is incredible. He has a dynamic storytelling style and a stage presence to write home about. He exemplifies the hypocrisy and bigotry he detests with hilarious statements like “I can say that because I died in the September 11 attacks”. He speaks of religious deficiencies, angry encounters and hateful messages he’s received inciting as much shock as laughter in his audience. Tales of how he met his girlfriend, the awful pictures his brother sends to his inbox and a plug for his radio show Drunken Politics lend a human quality. An admission to being leftwing and liberal still sees him pooh-poohing Obama fanatacism while he pokes fun at Sarah Palin and shows irritation at the forgiving ‘old man card’ the media gave John McCain.

Impeccably crafted, his show ends on an impassioned note with a letter he wrote to the US Army earning him mad applause that didn’t stop once he’d left the room. Engaging, insightful and nothing short of brilliant.