It all depends on how much parody you can stomach.
It also all depends on how much Donald Trump you want occupying your waking
attention, even if it’s making fun of him and his cronies (see, on the latter,
“Mike Pence Smells”). I can stomach a bit of parody, although by the time Christmas in the White House is over
I’ve got a massive case of indigestion. I can stomach so much less of President
Trump.
So while I chuckled at the concept and some of the
jokes, the humor couldn’t sustain me throughout the whole thing. I became
irritated and annoyed. I started sweating under my arms, dark semicircles
spreading in pungent arcs. I started breaking out into greasy zits, and I
hadn’t done that since high school. I started swearing at everyone at the car
wash. I was forcibly removed, car still dirty.
Nick Dolezal is no stranger to pushing this kind of product,
as he also records as Restaurnaut and runs Kerchow Records. On this tape, he
sounds like Richard Cheese doing folk or rock. There’s definitely a place for
all that, but the dosage for me better be
freaking small. Still, “The Man with the Sack” manages to contain more than a
single entendre, so there’s that.
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