I tell you the truth: I have never seen this guy's page on MySpace. In this case, there's a certain form of mental collectivization based on entertainment dependency, signs of relative youth, limited phraseology, predictable and dull sense of humor, and the like--that sends up red flags, five times out of five.
All I needed was a typical, American Dad-style caricature of "Republicans," in the form of a dichotomy between so-called health freaks and so-called Republicans. Everything else flows naturally. People are just that dumb.
Dennis Miller, is that you?!?
Dennis Miller, is that you?!?
Yeah, it's me, cha-cha. Ya got a problem with that, m'mkay? It's like I'm Plautus trying to direct a Wagnerian version of Les Mis here. It's totally crazy! (/Dana Carvey-esque imitation of Dennis Miller)
I am not Dennis Miller, and I am not Dennis. Dennis is a thirty-seven year old anarchosyndicalist peasant, currently working on a mud farm. I, on the other hand, do not work on a mud farm.
