The Death of Satire

Betty Cracker's hilarious post proclaims the collapse of satire and parody, industries totally outdone by the reality of today’s GOP.  A few of the words and lines below were stolen from “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”, by Thomas Gray

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

When satire was undone and parody

Was likewise brought to total disarray

By inane musings of the GOP.

No irony ameliorates the talk

That daily spews from Rush’s gob,

No humor can be found in Palin’s squawk -

Their only mission is the hatchet job.

No more can one make up fictitious tales

That seek to ridicule and parody

Because our fiction can’t compete and pales

Before the GOP’s insanity.

Now fades the glimmering satires of our day

And all the air holds naught but righteousness,

So overbearing in its noxious way

And bathes our world in droning fractiousness.

The clarion calls of A-holes on the right

No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed

Their heads rest motionless, as if contrite,

Sweet satire, gentle parody … both dead.