Politics : Satire : Sledging


The only thing, apart from piles, which should never be taken too seriously, by anyone. If you approach politics, in any capacity apart from as a satirist, it’s only a question of time before you begin to lose sight of even those visible parts of yourself that you could once see, for the images that others bestow upon you.


If sarcasm mirrors a slug of lager at a beerfest, satire is to drink fine wine on a mountain, because as Swift posited, ‘Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own; which is the chief reason for the reception it meets in the world, and that so very few are offended by it.’


Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me. The best sledgers are looking to get under their opponents skin, to discover and exploit a psychological weakness, to gain an advantage in sport, business, courtship or any competitive endeavor. It’s hard to officiate. Life can be cruel and funny.


Dirty Work At The Crossroads

Every four years America, like a Stagecoach of old, pulls over for the day at a Way station to allow its passengers, American citizens, to head to the polls to select a new Brother Whip (the driver). The Whip, (or President in this analogy), who wins election and completes one stage without major mishap, is…

Sunset Shootout

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’, we gonna do what they say can’t be done, we’ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there, I’m east bound, just watch ol’ brand it run. Nice one, Jerry Reed, one for the truckin’ boys, foot to pedal, pedal to floor, let…

Manhattan Transfer

Chanson D’amour, ra da da da da, play encore, here in my heart, ra da da da da, more and more. Chanson d’amour, ra da da da da, je t’adore, each time I hear, ra da da da da, chanson, chanson, d’amour ……………. There are enough of them out there, believe me. I call them…


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