The Dapper Lad

The Dapper Lad is sad to report that for the next 5-15 years our regular readership has been reduced by one.

The most recent cover of The New Yorker features a drawing of Obama dressed as an Arab, giving a fist bump to his militant black wife, while the US flag burns in the fireplace and a portrait of Osama hangs on the wall.

The Obama camp has gotten in a tizzy about this and the talking heads all agree that it is in bad taste. The major problem with this “controversy” is that it is obviously making fun of all the absurd misconceptions about Obama. Has this country really forgotten its sense of humor so completely that it can’t recognize satire when we see it?

There are some other problems with this “controversy” (we keep putting it into quotes, because we really can’t wrap our mind around anyone actually being upset by this.) The one of the biggest is that the vast majority of The New Yorker’s readership are wannabe quasi-intellectuals who are already going to vote for Obama. Furthermore, as quasi-intellectuals, they were probably able to realize that the cover is satire. The number of votes Obama lost because of this cover can probably be counted on one hand. If team Obama had just let it go, no one would have noticed because it is The New Yorker and it really only matters to people who read it.

This is Hillary Clinton’s fault.

OK, we realize that recommending a show that is already off the air is a little (fine, a lot) like recommending this sweet jam band that we just came across called the Grateful Dead, but it is so unbelievably good.  The first episode is a little heavy handed and it left us wondering about the taste of dozens of reviewers and many friends whose opinions are generally spot on.  But then it starts getting better and better and then like a crackhead in the towers you are hooked.  This opening sequence from the start of the 8th episode of the 2nd season (the one in the port) (NSFW after McNulty asks if he can get scrapple with that)

is the best sequence we’ve seen on TV since the “San Francisco cocksucker” scene from Deadwood:

The Wire is an unbelievably strong show and we’re pumped for Generation Kill (done by the same guys) to come out on DVD or for one of our friends to get HBO.

In the words of McNulty: “Pour it!”

They are going to be selling exactly the same iPhone tomorrow. I can almost guarantee that you have something better to do than to wait in line for an iPhone. If you don’t, please go examine your life. Can we get a “your meaningless lives” tag?

Last year fireworks in San Francisco looked like this:

This year they looked like this:

Clearly, God sent fog to ruin our fireworks because he’s pissed about gay marriage. God can be such a jerk.

An old, drunk, Swede tried to escape from Denmark by rowing out. We don’t know if this is a triumph of the human spirit or a heads up to lock up our dinghy before getting loaded.

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We’ve got a story about giraffe helping an “undetermined number of llamas and potbellied swine” escape from a Dutch circus (which implies the existence of Dutch clowns and potentially Dutch carnies. The mind boggles and the recoils.)

We also have an article about an old chimp named Moe, who apparently has learned a new trick and escaped. It is your standard “monkeys are funny” type story until the 3rd to last paragraph.

We got our 4th of July costume figured out.  It wasn’t made in America.  Irony!  Fuck yeah!

As of today, our career goal is to make enough money to buy and operate Shotgun Willie’s “Show Club” in Broomfield, CO.  It is our destiny.

In case you are wondering, this is how we came across this fine establishment.

http://www.shotgun-willies.com/GoinsOn/

Boy George has canceled his North American tour because he couldn’t get a visa. We are despondent at the news, but at least we are suddenly free July 18th.

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