By Popular Demand, High Seriousness Will Now Be Served Instead of Snark [UPDATE: CANCELED]

Just as 9/11 brought the End of Irony, the nomination of Christine O’Donnell has sounded the Death-Knell of Snark. The political stakes of the 2008 Mid-Term Elections are just too pants-shittingly high to permit Low Comedy to distract from Adult Conversations about Alaskan Grifters, Alcoholic Radio Prophets, people who dress up like Paul Revere and Christian-Values candidates who accidentally cavorted with witches, on altars. 

We hope you will enjoy the “New Rumproast” of stately political analysis, engaging panel discussions, actuarial tables, high-minded editorializing and photos of mounted insects.

As we have served you in the past with Pointless Humor, we hope to continue to do in the future through the more topically-appropriate medium of Mirthless Dick-Pulling.

[UPDATE: After some unserious soul-searching, routine snarkage has been resumed. We apologize for any confusion or inconvenience.]

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 09/18/10 at 09:45 PM • Permalink

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[fart]

You know, that just defeats the whole purpose of the thing right there.

Yeah…

You do know that in between the philosophical discussions and the people dying of the plague The Seventh Seal is filled to the brim with low comedy, right?  I mean—Death kills a guy by sawing down a tree at one point…

Wasn’t there, like, a juggler or something? I seem to recall Bergman tossing in a couple of pratfalls here and there so his audience wouldn’t hang themselves.

What a landmark of the cinema.  Much has been made of the symbolism of the cream-pie fight between Death and the knight, and the banana peel thrown into the little dance at the end was the sort of ambiguous touch that still causes film school grads to applaud.

We hope you will enjoy the “New Rumproast” of stately political analysis, engaging panel discussions, actuarial tables, high-minded editorializing and photos of mounted insects.

I hope you realize you’re talking to someone who signs offensive and pornographic names on petitions and to receive more information from leading conservative candidates, hoping for nothing more than that some lowly temp working in a campaign office, and really hating it, is assigned the task of deleting them and gets a chuckle.

Sincerely,
Nathan B. and Vagina Mae Forrestfire
6969 Beavermunch Ln.
Peeonya, IL 69696

Oh thank god!!!! I just hate laughing, reducing my stress levels and…you know that laughing thing. Smiling too….also.

I guess we just have to tickle ourselves for laughs then? FU Daou.

I’m just waiting for the guy on the right to say “I am a leaf on the wind, watch me soar.”

Of course, wasn’t there a rape in that film as well? It’s been a long time since I fulfilled a history requirement by taking a “religion and history in film” class. Ah, do it yourself degrees. You know I love ‘em.

I have a very rare director’s cut of The Seventh Seal, featuring the long-thought-to-be-apocryphal scene where Death plays Kerplunk with the knight.

What? No, I can’t dig it up right now. It’s somewhere underneath another tape labeled “MO WHITEY CHURCH OF CHRIST.” But I think I taped the Top Chef finale over that one. (Sorry, Petey McTweetey!)

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