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Satirists our unacknowledged legislators

Here is a light, humorous, uplifting and well written article from Heather Mallick about how we depend upon our modern day fix of satire, that is worth reading. I do not want to cut an paste it, but here is the beginning:

Our hygiene is ruled by spouses; our fashion sense by makers of baggy unflattering black garments that attract pet hair; our daily mission statement by doomed diet-crazed hope-mongers like Oprah; and our self-esteem by drive-by comments on Facebook from people we've never met.

But our authentic inner lives, our core, the thing that keeps us going during what one hopes is the worst decade of this century (but likely isn't), are fuelled by comedians.

Note to self: Read more Heather Mallick articles.



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