Yuck-yuck-yuck!
I'm beginning to worry about the writer's strike as the public
is informationally poorer from the lack of late night TV's
incisive, amusing examination of the fascist Republican candidates
leading into the primary season.
Am I the only one thinking it odd that this writer's strike
is occurring right at the perfect time when Republican candidates
are
lining
up for the primary
season?
Pardon me if I don my magic cynical pants and my conspiratorial
chapeau and wax undeniably suspicious about entertainment
programming that is ultimately controlled
by boardrooms staffed by powerful, entitled white men
eager to increase profits at the Republic's expense rather
than
by
starry-eyed liberals
defending our fragile democracy at every turn out of general
altruism.
And what if the strike continues long enough that these same
corporate entities determine that profits from the Kimmels
and the Myers and the Fallons are so relatively negligible
that they can be replaced by wacky cat videos and Seinfeld
reruns and no one would
bat
an eye?
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To all my American peeps, a personally rewarding day of rest
and self-abuse as we celebrate the tattered scraps of our
Constitutionally guaranteed freedoms. I hoist a veggie hot
dog on high in your honor and salute you all for keeping
the faith, and I hope that someday we have fewer guns on
this country's streets, fewer Conservative judges
on the Supreme Court and
a national
anthem that is less about a piece of cloth and more about
the magnificence of this land and the people who dwell
there.
Excelsior!
=Lefty=
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