Sometimes I feel that the modern artists are in league against me. Against all of us, really. In a very Emperor’s New Clothes-like conspiracy, they stupefy us with incomprehensible, weird “artworks” that we ignorantly marvel over while they titter behind our backs. We have no idea what we’re looking at;…

Much of comedy is based on the absurd. Steve Martin as a “poor black child.” A musical version of the Spanish Inquisition. Count Dracula stepping through the swinging half-doors of a Western saloon, brandishing his six-shooter and drawling, “I vant to suck your…sarsparilla!” Meet the “fastest fangs in the West”…