Archive | November, 2005

Carnival of Satire #7

Carnival of Satire -- with pic of iguanaWelcome to the seventh Carnival of Satire at The Skwib. This is a lucky number indeed, with a collection of pert and perspicacious posts for your delectation.

Elisson at Blog d’Elisson takes out his palette and brushes, and presents this Sistine Chapel of Satire: I’m the Guy

Hoodlumman at File it Under (who’s motto is: “Iguanas in hats. Admit it — you’re hooked.”) does hook us, and then shook us up this morning with a seriously funny bit of satire in Rumbles, Sirens Detected in Metro Areas.

Tommy at Striving For Average made us feel a little less stupid with a satirical explanation of howA Closed Senate worked.

And Ferdinand T. Cat at Conservative Cat tackles the same issue in The Story Behind the Behind Closed Doors Story.

Buckley F. Williams at The Nose On Your Face give us a treat with Miers Withdraws Acceptance To White House Halloween Bash. My only quibble with this excellent satire — I doubt very much that one of Bush’s speech writers would dare saddle him with a word like “preternatural”.

And Rev. Billy Bob Gisher at Less People Less Idiots who tackles the more ticklish religious issues, made us snarf our coffee with Ticketmaster reports problems with Rapture tickets.

As always we look forward to next week’s submissions. Remember you can submit here with this handy form, and the COS is listed at the Ubercarnival, and at the Blog Carnival too.

Martina Fitzgerald is a frickin’ comedy genius

CBC RADIO FUN imageThe host of the CBC Radio show, Ontario Morning, was firing on all humor cylinders at 7:15 am.

She was doing a spot on mandatory sprinklers in all new Ontario homes, and after interviewing the MPP (Member of Provincial Parliament) who was sponsoring the new legislation, she chatted with a spokesperson from the Ontario homebuilders association, whom she introduced as Mr. Victor Fume.

(Apparently Mr. Jack Smoke-inhalation and Mr. Ted Inferno were unavailable to do the interview…)

Vic did a pretty good job with the interview. He answered all of Fitzgerald’s questions, got his point across, and never once mentioned that his name was actually Victor Hume.

Or maybe I just dreamed it all.