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Sunday, March 16, 2008

Saturday night's alright for sniping

Trying to keep pace with the breakneck bullshit meter of the 2008 presidential campaign is like walking through the fun house at Coney Island. Due in large part to the talking heads on the boob tube, cognitive dissonance has blurred lines beyond comprehension. Hypocrisy is the new straight talk, status quo is the new change and whining to the media is just keeping it real. Case in point, Saturday Night Live. Upon its return after the writer's strike, TV's unfunniest variety show was rescued from the abyss of irrelevance by jumping head first into the tank for Hillary Clinton. Between the sketches that unflatteringly skewered Barack Obama as a bumbling buffoon by Fred Armisen in blackface, the walk on lovefest between the Ice Queen & Amy Poehler a mere two days before semi-Super Tuesday in OH, RI, TX & VT and the girl power edition of Weekend Update which proclaimed "bitch is the new black," it was enough to make you wonder which side Lorne Michaels had his bread buttered.

Now under fire for blatant pandering, along comes the balancing act of sorts to quell rising criticism. Former cast member Tracy Morgan managed to stay sober long enough to weave racism and government cheese into a home run rebuttal. And hilarity ensued.
"Barack is qualified. Personally, I want to know what qualifies Hillary Clinton to be the next president. Is it because she was married to the president? If that were the case then Robin Givens would be the heavyweight champion of the world. If Hillary's last name wasn't Clinton, she'd be some crazy white lady with too much money and not enough lovin'. That's where I come in. I know women like that, you do not want them on the phone at 3 in the morning. In conclusion, three weeks ago, my girl Tina Fey went on the show, she declared that "bitch is the new black." You know I love you, Tina. You know you're my girl. But I have something to say. Bitch may be the new black, but black is the new president, bitch."
Poetic justice flows even better on the playback. Brian Fellows: 1, Liz Lemon: 0.

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