I think it’s no secret that the old Cowboy isn’t exactly the biggest fan of George W. Bush. So it was with some anticipation that I was looking forward to Comedy Central’s “Lil’ Bush.”
Granted, I was annoyed since I really thought the proper abbreviation is “Li’l.” And I had some trepidation over the notion of taking a cartoon series that was designed as a series of shorts and expanding it into a half hour series. Then again, I was dubious over the prospect of expanding the four foul-mouthed kids from the Santa versus Jesus short making the rounds in Hollywood into “South Park,” and I was wrong about that. So I was willing to give this one a shot.
In “Silence of the Lambs” (yes, this segue is actually relevant) Hannibal Lecter, in giving Clarice a clue about Buffalo Bill’s killing patterns, says, “Doesn’t it seem desperately random to you?”
Watching “Lil’ Bush” for two straight weeks reminds me of that in that it is isn’t simply not funny. It’s desperately not funny. Watching the writers of “Lil’ Bush” go for laughs is like watching a drunk midget in a batting cage swinging at a high fastball: The misses are so wide that the only amusing thing about it is the endeavor, and even then it’s kind of winceworthy.
Out of date before it even got on the air (Lil’ Rumsfeld?), bewildering in its own concept and continuity (George HW Bush is president, but we’re toppling Hussein, there’s an adult Condy Rice and Ðìçk Cheney co-existing with the kid counterparts), tasteless beyond the pale (Lil’ Ðìçk Cheney has sex with Barbara Bush, winds up taking refuge in her uterus and has to be delivered via abortion…yes, you read that right), all I can wonder is: If a Bush-despising liberal who doesn’t mind jokes in poor taste considers it unwatchable, who the hëll is the intended audience for this thing?
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