I went down a rabbit hole as soon as I typed the word “dueling” earlier, so I blame you.
What did I learn, you ask?
(Stop it. You were asking me with your eyes. You were. )
Well…I learned that that if it weren’t for satire, I may have clawed my own eyeballs out this past year.
(A sincere and resounding THANK YOU to one Allan Ishac for so beautifully nailing* Trump and all of his minions every, single day. I don’t know how the man does it. )
*The pre-Trump era definition of nail(ing) is intended here. I‘d hate for anyone to unintentionally picture other possible scenario.
Like, really hate it.
I promise I’m not laughing.
I also learned that the banjo dude actually can’t even play the banjo. They had a stunt banjo double who wrapped his arms around banjo dude and they hid extra appendages with clever lighting.
I feel really let down by this information.