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First, its by Denis Leary; second, its barely went to press and already the pitchfork brigade is howling about it. Third- he makes fun of sick little kids. Mmmm...chewy Swiftian goodness soon to follow...
So few people understand good satire- the GOOD stuff, that, even when you brace yourself for it, makes you inhale your bagel and hit the floor in convulsions. That was the great thing about being a fifteen year old kid and sitting down with a copy of National Lampoon- you were too fucking stupid to understand half of it, which meant you doubled your fun- you do your first read-through and have a good cackle at all the jokes about niggers, kikes, and cripples, then, a few years later, read the same issue over again and stroke your chin and nod knowingly at all the evicserating political commentary on Darth Reagan.
Yup- satire at its best is the gift that keeps on giving...