|Iceland-Land of Fire and Ice. But, mostly ice.|
One of my best friends when I was living in Iceland (NOTE: the fact that I lived in Iceland isn’t germane to this story. I just wanted to rub it in that I lived in a place renowned for its beautiful women and salted fish) was the base chaplain (yeah, go figure).
|Really, we have hair|
|Confess, and we only take your pinky fingernails|
In any case, Greg (yeah, the altar boy in me still has a problem using first names) and I found out we had a lot more in common than fear of eternal damnation and erectile dysfunction. One night, while pontificating on the meaning of life over what turned out to be far too many glasses of wine, he remarked that I reminded him of Jon Stewart from The Daily Show.
For those who do not know, The Daily Show is a show on Comedy Central. Hosted by the comedically acerbic Jon Stewart, it is a satirical take on current events around the nation and the world.
And the main source of news for the Obama Administration.
Taking his comments as little more than the ramblings of a man who could recite dirty limericks in Latin, I didn’t pay them much attention.
"A parrot, rabbi, and a Democrat have illegitimate
children..stop me if you heard this one"
Close, but you get the idea.
So, I forgot what Greg said. And forgot my way home after his wife threw me out. Thank goodness it was summer in Iceland, where it’s broad daylight at three in the morning.
Anyway, I recently picked up a book written by Jon Stewart, America. As I flipped through the pages, I started laughing out loud. Causing angry stares from Mrs. Penwasser and the nice ladies in the choir.
The man presents American history in such an entertaining way that you’ll forgot it’s completely inaccurate in practically everything (except that Thomas Jefferson is dead). Still, if you know enough history to realize that most of what he writes is pure bunkum (NOTE: that’s the first time in over 50 years I have used that word), you could do a lot worse than picking up this book (like The Collected Wisdom of Michael Moore-Now With Nutrasweet!).
The more I read it, though, the more familiar it became to me. At first I couldn’t put my finger on it, but, by the time I reached the part about Warren Harding being our worst president, it became as clear as the Hudson River (the upstream part): my writing style is just like Jon Stewart’s!
If you don’t believe me, check out my Harding reference from six paragraphs ago. I know. Uncanny.
Which begs the question, am I copying Jon Stewart? Or is Jon Stewart copying me? Let’s see....Jon Stewart has a highly successful show on cable television. I own a cable television. Jon Stewart is a much sought-after humorous commentator. The only one who listens to me is my dog (but I think that’s because I don’t make fun of him because he has no balls). Jon Stewart has made thousands of dollars from a hugely popular book. I haven’t even received a “Blog of Note” from the fine folks at Blogger-who don’t pay me a nickel.
Still, I think it’s a safe bet that nobody ever said to Jon over, “You know? You remind me a lot of Al Penwasser.”
That being the case, I can assure you I don’t copy him in any form (although I may wear a Jon Stewart costume when I ring the doorbell-and run-at the White House).
Even though our styles are eerily similar, I think it has more to do with our upbringing than anything else. We’re approximately the same age and he was born in New York City, while I grew up in Connecticut.
|"Have you seen 'Annie Hall?' Genius! |
Not so much since then."
|Take my infidels...please. Death to America!|
Even so, I still think you should check out America. I wouldn’t go to Borders, Barnes and Nobles, or any of the other bookstores which are going bankrupt (damn Kindle!). I found my copy at a “Care and Share” used bookstore for a quarter. And, that, my friends, is like a sore peter.
You can’t beat it.
As you read it (and trust me, you’ll laugh), you’ll be tempted to think you’ve wandered into Penwasser Place. Never fear, though. I didn’t lift any of his material. I just give you more of the same.