Larry David had a full-on Curb Your Enthusiasm moment, not on HBO, but in The New York Times. His target? Not Donald Trump himself, but Bill Maher, in his parody “My dinner with Hitler”.
And I thought: Really Larry? You’re going to go for the tiredest, the limpest analogy? That no one cares about anymore? Because your side has called everyone Hitler, everywhere? That’s your take?
I say this more in sorrow than anger. As I've loved David's work since his Seinfeld days -- where he was Executive producer and Lead writer -- and his invention of the innovative, the brilliant Curb, which ran for a full 12 seasons.
Google David's piece above and all the coverage is the seals clapping for the beloved “comedy genius”, of his making fun of fellow comic Bill Maher. Maher, who had the gall, the presumption, to have dinner with the sitting president of the United States.
Scott Jennings, alone in the press, is one who calls David out, for his hypocrisy. For his Stalinesque demand that everyone on the Left sing the same tune, and vary nary a note.
Let's be honest: Trump Derangement Syndrome long ago mutated into a broader pathology — the belief that mere civility toward Republicans is an act of treason. The dinner table has become the new front line of the culture war. And the Left is obsessed with policing who sits where.
Of course, the irony here is rich. For years, we were told that Trump was the authoritarian. The strongman. The threat to democratic norms. But who's really running the loyalty tests now? Who's publishing angry, unhinged manifestos in The New York Times because someone shared a meal with the duly elected president of the United States?
