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FDL Late Nite: The Inquisition, What a Show!

Bespectacled Nudnik David Brooks could learn a lot more about what a purge really looks like from Mel Brooks. 

I realize he and his fellow Republicans DLC Democrats think running a primary challenger actually supported by rank-and-file party voters somehow represents a radical totalitarian political philosophy that combines elements of corporatism, authoritarianism, extreme nationalism, militarism, anti-rationalism, anti-anarchism, anti-communism and anti-liberalism.  Pot, kettle.  Projection, much?  Heh.  I guess we’re accused of "anti-liberalism" because we’re too. . . liberal.  Clue for Jonathan Chait:  it’s a fucking blessed primary!  (Note:  reversion to Ned Flanders-speak for the wilting orchids in the audience.)

I’ve always found this bit from Mel Brooks’ History of the World, Part I to be drop dead, laugh out loud hysterically funny.  It still is.  And yet, viewing it afresh today, it leaves me with a new sensation:  a shuddering, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.  The past is clearly, once again, prologue.  Instead of Torquemada, we now have John Yoo, Don Rumsfeld, George Bush.  We have Gitmo.  We have become the Inquisitors.

Not even Jackie Mason or Shecky Green can make that funny. 

Let’s see the Bespectacled Nudnik write about that

Discussion topic:  if Mel Brooks were to make a sequel, what might it include? 

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Pachacutec did not, as is commonly believed, die in 1471. To escape the tragic sight of his successors screwing up the Inca Empire he’d built, he fled east into the Amazon rain forest, where he began chewing lots of funky roots to get higher than Hunter Thompson ever dared. Oddly, these roots gave him not only a killer buzz, but also prolonged his life beyond what any other mortal has known, excluding Novakula. Whatever his doubts of the utility of living long enough to see old friends pop up in museums as mummies, or witness the bizarrely compelling spectacle of Katherine Harris, he’s learned a thing or two along the way. For one thing, he’s learned the importance of not letting morons run a country, having watched the Inca Empire suffer many civil wars requiring the eventual ruler to gain support from the priests and the national military. He now works during fleeting sober moments to build a vibrant progressive movement sufficiently strong and sustainable to drive a pointed stake through the heart of American “conservatism” forever. He enjoys a gay marriage, classic jazz and roots for the New York Mets.

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