“We had an election, well, kinda sorta, and before you knew it, hello new order. To all those mothers in the fatherland I said ‘Achtung, baby, I got me a plan!’” From “The Hitler Rap,” written by Mel Brooks and Peter Wingfield.
Some might regard the words that follow this paragraph as a defense of Adolf Hitler. Bill Maher does not like it when people compare Germany’s 20th century führer to the United States’ 21st century führer. I’ll concede a point: the führer the better.
That’s a pun. Führer = fewer. Get it?
Maher flew down to Florida for dinner with the misunderstood Donald Trump, emperor-in-chief of the not-nearly-United States. He took a lot of shit for that, but while bending the knee, he also turned the other cheek towards the man who, a decade ago, sued him for $5 million. Remember when Maher demanded Trump present a valid birth certificate to prove that he’s not the product of his mother having sex with an orangutan? Trump sued him, and Maher used that as on-air fodder for months. After some very impressive legal bills, Donnie postponed that suit.

Bill’s fellow stand-up philosopher Larry David, a man who is just as cantankerous professionally, wrote a mocking op-ed in the New York Times titled “My Dinner With Adolf ,” casting himself in the Wallace Shawn role.
Maher responded “it’s kind of insulting to six million dead Jews… Hitler has really kind of got to stay in his own place. He is the GOAT of evil. We’re just going to have to leave it like that.”
No, we do not. Hitler worked very hard to be perceived as the greatest villain of the past century — an honor that cheated Joe Stalin out of. Trump is working at least as hard to be the greatest villain of this century. The major difference between Hitler and Trump is that the former dictator had 20 years between Mein Kampf and his suicide, while Trump still has to catch up before he succumbs to Colonel Sanders. Continue reading “Brainiac On Banjo: Roasting Bill”



Back in the hallowed days of nascent hippiedom, our popular culture evolved as young people began to develop a more political worldview. For better and for worse, these sentiments touched upon all aspects of the arts, and the world of science fiction was just sitting there in the center of the target. A lot of great stuff came out of that, material that continues impacting upon society to this day.
Of course, such labels never truly work. Using music as my reference point, can you cleanly define the differences between the various forms of American roots music — blues, country, folk, bluegrass, jazz, rock and roll? Really? Then where does Ray Charles fall into that mix? Similarly, there are many labels on the foreheads of the sundry strands of science fiction: fantasy, horror, apocalyptic, post-apocalyptic, horror, blah blah blah. I know. It’s only rock and roll to me.


We knew it was coming, but the news hit us like a truck none the less. A very big truck.