Mister Mouse’s on-air rant in “The Ring” felt like a victorious vindication. Aggrieved assholes called me a projecting pervert after I’d accused that whole “purity” scam of having extremely impure implications, so seeing SP say something strikingly similar was very validating, indeed.
Ever so envious of you younglings who got to grow up with such sublimely subversive stuff! Back in the bad old days, all I had was Groucho Marx and Bugs Bunny. Teachers didn’t take kindly to “What’s up, Doc?”, so I enjoy imagining what they might’ve made of “How would you like to suck my balls?”
In 1999, had never seen an entire episode but was peripherally aware of SP’s increasing popularity, and had been exposed to “Kyle’s Mom is a Bitch” (which I grudgingly admitted was cleverly catchy). Buddies dragged me to Bigger, Longer & Uncut, promising a practically perfect musical, and I came out of that theater with my fragile little mind wickedly, wonderfully warped.
Trey Parker is a fuckin’ genius, and I don’t bandy that word lightly. Friends and family agree with me about his films (and The Book of Mormon), but nobody in my happy household loves South Park as much as I do, so finding fellow fans who ardently advocate an amazing array of opinions and perspectives makes me soooo happy.
“How dare you, sir? My Instagram-loving bitch wife has always wanted her privacy!”
I’ll nominate “Freemium Isn’t Free” (2014) for that honor. Hard to believe excellent episode is nearly a decade old, for I think about Satan’s wise words whenever some dumb game tries tempting me to spend real money for fake silver and gold.
“…this is just blatant Skinner box manipulation!”
“Dude, he’s getting super-wasted on life!”
“What the hell kind of flowers are those?”
“Well, who’s not filling a fuckin’ hole? Right? I mean, what kind of bullshit is that? … No, see, if something’s addictive because it’s fun, that’s one thing. But this is just blatant Skinner box manipulation!”
I’ve admitted my crush on Trey Parker all over Reddit for a year now, and nobody has (yet) felt compelled to tell me that’s weird. As long as we don’t stalk, harass, or obsess over them, celebrity crushes are okay… and I devoutly deem Randolph Severn Parker III to be a very respectable choice for famous fantasy.
He’s brilliant! Earnest and honest, witty and wise, Trey’s just so fuckin’ awesome, you guys! So, yeah, I love him a little bit for all the amazing ways his wonderful work has made me feel.
“Y’know, I learned something today…”, like those cheesy after-school specials, hammering home hokey homilies.
You’re absolutely right! My happy household hosts a handful of insufferably snotty music/art critics who’ve long mocked the “dirty cartoons” of which I’m so fond, but even those lofty cocks gotta admit that Bigger, Longer & Uncut is a cinematic masterpiece.
“And if ya don’t like it, well, I guess you can suck my tiny little balls.”
“City People” (Season 25, Episode 3) is where Cartman and Liane first moved into the hot dog.