Back in May, in my
post about Blazing Saddles, I wrote:
It seems to me that we could use a new Blazing Saddles right about now. By that I mean a pop hit movie that laughs at institutional redneckery, one that loudly — yet without easy condescension or mean-spiritedness — honks the fat red Bozo nose of the Palin-Beck era.
Wrapping it up at the bottom of the post, I added:
On the other hand, in 1974 we didn't have South Park, Jon Stewart, or Stephen Colbert, and it's hard to argue that we aren't a better, smarter, certainly a more amused culture now because of them. So maybe it's worked out okay.
Well, it appears the gods of purpose-driven satire read this blog and my altar to Lenny Bruce has not been in vain, because my entreaties have been answered:
Oh, to be there in person. But I shall wave my hand-made sign (properly spell-checked) and honk the Holy Red Clown Nose in unity and reasonable outrage.
