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Sendups
& putdowns
HAS THERE been a dumbing down of of the ruling classes? Nowadays
there seems to be more reliance on tanks and lawyers than on a quick mind
and a sharp tongue. Is the age of the putdown dead?
Here's a
quick history of putdowns and sendups. It is hoped that readers will
email us with
contemporary examples of the art.
Good
putdowns are spontaneous, they are delivered under pressure, and they cut
the mighty down to size, leaving them baffled and floundering. Any award
for the best putdown ever would have to go to
SIGMUND FREUD for his
subtle mauling of the Gestapo in Vienna in 1938.
Freud was
one of the lucky Jews granted permission to leave Austria. He was
penniless because the Nazis had seized his bank account but before he was
allowed to leave for England, the Gestapo demanded he sign a declaration
that he was satisfied with their conduct and had no complaints against
them.
Freud
signed with a flourish and added, as if writing a reference for a
housemaid, "and I can thoroughly recommend them in every way."
RONALD
REAGAN was a hard man to put down because he smiled at barbs and
was quite happy to tell stories against himself. Gore Vidal called him a
"triumph of the embalmer's art," making Vidal himself seem like a
malicious old man.
Gerald
Ford was funnier with: "Ronald Reagan doesn't dye his hair, he's just
prematurely orange."
But
Reagan was funniest with an account of his own gaffe at a state dinner in
honour of the then French President, Francois Mitterrand: "Mrs. Mitterrand
and I started through the tables, the butler leading us through the
people, and suddenly Mrs. Mitterrand stopped.
"She
calmly turned her head and said something to me in French, which
unfortunately I did not understand, and the butler was motioning for us to
come on, and I motioned to her that we should go forward, that we were to
go to the other side of the room. Again, very calmly, she made her
statement to me."
Finally
an interpreter got the message through to Reagan: he was standing on the
hem of Mrs Mitterrand's dress.

A
Dr Seuss parody firmly planted the knife between
BILL CLINTON'S
shoulder blades:
   I
did not do it in a car
   I
did not do it in a bar
   I
did not do it in the dark
   I
did not do it in the park
   I
did not do it on a date
   I
did not ever fornicate
   I
did not do it at a dance
   I
did not do it in her pants
   I
did not get beyond first base
   I
did not do it in her face
   I
never did it in a bed
   If
you think that you've been misled
   I
did not do it with a groan
   I
did not do it on the phone
   I
did not cause her dress to stain
   While
talking to Saddam Hussein
   I
did not do it with a whip
   I
did not fondle Linda Tripp
   I
never acted really silly
   With
volunteers like Kathleen Willey
   There
was one time with Margaret Thatcher
   I
chased her round but could not catch her
   No
kinky stuff, not on your life
   I
would not, could not, with my wife
   Now
that Miss Flowers' tale of woes
   Was
paid for by my right-wing foes
   And
Paula Jones and those State Troopers
   Are
just a bunch of party poopers
   I
did not ask my friends to lie
   And
then just hang them out to dry
   I
did not do it last November
   And
if I did I don't remember
   I
did not do it in the hall
   I
could have but I don't recall
   There
was no sex at Arlington
   There
was no sex on Air Force One
   I
might have copped a little feel
   And
then endeavoured to conceal
   But
never did these things so lewd
   At
least not ever in the nude
   These
things to which I have confessed
   They
do not count if we stayed dressed
   I
never used that big cigar
   You
must believe me Mr. Starr
   I
did not know this little sin
   Would
be retold on CNN
   I
broke some rules my mama taught me
   I
tried to hide but now you've caught me
   But
I implore, I do beseech
   Do
not condemn, do not impeach
   I
might have got a little tail
   But
never ever did inhale

Insulting
MARGARET THATCHER was
pointless. Like the Id monster in "Forbidden Planet," she gained strength
from hostility.
The Rev.
Ian Paisley called her "Jezebel."
Clement
Freud, Sigmund's grandson, called her
"Attila the Hen."
Norman St
John-Stevas, who was supposed to be on her side, called her "the
Immaculate Misconception."
It was
all water off a duck's back. Mrs Thatcher cared only about winning. She
never worried about making enemies. She always spoke her mind. As Anon.
said: "She came, she saw but she did not concur."
So how is
the current crop of world masters doing?
Bush the
Younger would rather send in the Heavy Mob than bandy words. Remarks that
make GEORGE W. BUSH
look silly are usually remarks that have been made by George W. Bush. For
example:
"Drug
therapies are replacing a lot of medicines as we used to know it."
"First,
let me make it very clear, poor people aren't necessarily killers. Just
because you happen to be not rich doesn't mean you're willing to kill."
A Google
web search reveals billions of these Bushisms. When Al Gore invented the
Internet he probably foresaw that it would be devoted to pillorying George
W. Bush.
With so
many own-goals by the world's leading statesman, maybe putdowns have had
their day. But no, they are still doing their cruel work. Consider this
exchange between Britain's Chancellor of the Exchequer,
GORDON BROWN, and
Peter Mandelson, once the Labour Party's leading spin doctor, schemer and
fixer but long since disgraced and demoted to obscurity.
Caught
without his mobile phone, Mandelson asked Brown to lend him 10 pence to
phone a friend. Brown replied: "Here's 20 pence. Phone them both."
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