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LIONEL PODCAST: The Oscars Don’t Suck. We Do. The Pathetic Truth About This Snoozefest.

Now let me ask you. Doesn’t Burton Gilliam from Blazing Saddles look just like James Franco? No, I mean the teeth. Seriously. Can you say Mako?

If you sat through the Oscars last night, waterboarding should be a snap. And it required a heaping helping of sitzfleisch, the ability to sit through or tolerate something boring. When trailer trash Melissa Leo drooped the F-bomb, I was at least happy that something memorable happened. It was dreary, slow, grinding and soporific. And those were its good points. Herein I dissect it and throw in for good measure an appraisal of the code words utilized to hide what everybody means.

LIONEL AUDIO: Don’t Blame Colbert. Blame Yourself.

Imagine Borat appearing before Congress joking about AIDS. Or Julia Sweeney as Pat testifying as to transgender issues. Or Maude Frickert speaking on global warming. (How’s that for dating yourself, but Jonathan Winters is a genius.) Who’d laugh? Certainly not the crowd who would find Colbert’s embarrassing, inappropriate, out-of-line, disrespectful, mocking, classless appearance before Congress funny. First those issues would be most certainly those they can relate to and identify with. Immigration is, well, shall we say a tad too cerebral for the crowd that would find colonoscopy and Brazilian waxing funny. But it’s not just Colbert. It’s the state of comedy today, hijacked by kids and semi-literates who find fart jokes and boogers funny. And no one loves well-placed flatus follows more than I. (Can you say Blazing Saddles?) You can see it on SNL this past week. And on a season opener, no less. The Daily Show, perhaps the best written political show, can’t get through an episode without F-bombs aplenty.

But this guy’s not to blame. We’re to blame. So many don’t read, think, care or investigate anything. We just want to be amused. Like a parent jiggling keys to distract a crying infant. And dig the dude smelling his pencil.

But first, a proem of labyrinthine beauty. Intricate, complex, fluid ricocheted thoughts.