Where has all our satire gone?

In our house, as I guess in many homes around New Zealand, we have to wonder what has happened to political satire in our country. I'm hoping that in an election year SOMEONE will come up with a good a pointy stick as this one; I can only dream. What would I do without the internet to tickle my political fancy? If Andrew Keen had his way I'd still be shouting at Paul Holmes and would revel in the soundbites from TVNZ and TV3...because they make me think!

Tell that to my daughter's generation - she is saving the world in the Simpson's game with its own brand of satire thinly disguised as a 'game' :


I'm sure this kind of intensity is not unusual to the thousands of parents who hand over 'the controls' to their young ones. Only a couple of bars of Mary Gray Fudge and some post-partum delirium separates these two in age. His Mum and I were only doors away from eachother when we spawned our first born and the children and their aforementioned maternal units have been close friends ever since.



Hats are off several hours later and while they're still couch potatoes they are colloborative and cooperative couch potatoes negotiating and problem solving until they're too exhausted to go on:


The only reason they gave up was because of a gentle nudge from the respective parental units and a grumble in their puku. Potato chips and Coke Zero were not enough in the end.


The only thing that scared the participants off was the threat of bringing out the Singstar. The OC of course was 'a goer' but her comrade in arms thought discretion was the better part of valour. Although he braved some U2 and Coldplay, I fear that it will be another ten years and ample grog before he demands to clutch the microphone to his chest as fervently as the OC.

And on that note...so to speak...I am off to do battle with The OC. I promised her yesterday and one must follow through with the Dandy Warhols. She wants me to (Lose) my Religion as well. It's Sunday. Need's must!