The Butcher of Broadway is getting boring. In the past, I’ve enjoyed Frank Rich’s weekly column in the Sunday Times Arts & Lesiure section, but lately he’s been repetitive. All he seems to write about these days is media censorship. Granted, it’s an important topic, and I pretty much agree with his views on it, but isn’t there anything else he can write about? His column isn’t really a good match for the Arts & Leisure section anyway – he’s too political for that apolitical section. A better place for him would be in the Arts & Ideas section on Saturday (he used to appear on the Op-Ed page every other Saturday, actually), but nobody reads the Saturday paper, and Frank Rich is a marquee name at the Times.
Ah, well. I’ll keep reading, I guess.
Frank is a pretentious dolt.
Highly fiskable. He’s obsessed with the idea that from the excision of furry animal episodes to the burning of homosexuals is a teeny tiny hop skip and jump.
Haven’t seen any bonfires lately, even when Frank the Insufferable evokes Savonarola, McCarthy, and, of couse, Roy Cohn and J. Edgar Hoover.
First they came for Bert and Ernie and I did not speak up because I was not a muppet.
Then they came for TinkyWinky
and I did not speak up because I was not a teletubby.
Then they came for SpongeBob Square Pants
and I did not speak up because I was not an underwater sea creature.
And now they have come for the Friends of Buster…
and there is no one left to speak up for us!!!
Our local paper in Tucson recently started carrying Rich’s column. I really like it- and I disagree with the Grumpy Old Man completely.