And where will all the half-talents go?
And, man!, I've gotta say: not since Twisted Sister have we seen such incisive and such withering critique. I mean! Who woulda ever thought of portraying our political masters as a bunch of aging, theocratic, patriarchal stuffed shirts?!
Truly--and if I may borrow the phrase from Mr. Layton--without talents such as these, who will give us "access to our own stories as a country"?