Mike Pence Fly Remix

Again, like most other Americans, Marc and I were enchanted by the Mike Pence fly story a week ago.

I'm OK with Jim Carrey as Joe Biden; I thought his first appearance, where he was visibly fighting against his own rage, was passable. (Sure--as Marc points out--Jim Carrey SIMPLY IS NOT ALEC BALDWIN.)

I do think the Jim Carrey cameos might have diminishing returns; the most recent script, where Biden/Carrey turns into the protagonist from Cronenberg's "The Fly," didn't really have me in stitches.

What I like very much is "The Mike Pence Fly Remix," and its virtue is simplicity. A techno beat begins, in the background. Kamala appears and says, "Let me start....by saying.....you have a fly on your head." This is restated several times, with apparently genuine concern.

Mike (unable to act on Kamala's implied advice) ....can only sputter, "I'm pro-fly." And, later: "The reality is....." Kamala flashes Mike a smile of pure, dazzling hatred, and says, "Pardon me, I'm speaking....."

Just when we get used to Kamala's rhythm, she surprises us: "Mike, you owe money to somebody."

We don't all have the talent to make these videos. But God Bless the brain behind "Mike Pence Fly Remix," for he or she has shown us what is possible in this world.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UiBjq0ht7U

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