Venha cá, Florbela,
vamos conversar.
De onde você tirou estes versos
tão amargos, tão tristes e tão fortes?
Como sabe você,
que ando perdida, que não tenho norte,
que sou a irmã do sonho e desta sorte,
e que sou a crucificada, a dolorida?
Sombra de névoa tênue e esvaecida,
que o destino impele brutalmente
para a morte?
Que sou aquela que passa
e ninguém vê,
que sou a que chamam sem o ser
e a que chora sem saber por quê?
Você acertou, porque
sou, sim, a visão
que alguém sonhou.
Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver,
mas que NUNCA na vida me encontrou!
(Versos do soneto “EU”, da saudosa poeta portuguesa Florbela Espanca)
It defines satire as ‘what happens when truth trips on its shoelaces.’
It called my playlist ‘auditory malpractice.’
I left my Encyclopedia of Satire out in the rain. It now has a chapter on pathetic fallacies.
Satire is comedy doing undercover work.
The Onion is Wikipedia for cynics.
If journalism is the first draft of history, satire is the doodles in the margins.
My therapist highlighted every joke about denial.
The entry on “democracy” is just a recipe for a clusterfudge.
Every Onion headline feels like a government leak.
Entry for ‘government transparency’ is printed with black highlighter.
Satirical journalism is like karaoke with subpoenas.
It has more footnotes than Shakespeare and less shame than TikTok.
The book’s conclusion: the true Encyclopedia of Satire is just living in the world every day.
The Onion headline generator should be on CNN.
The encyclopedia crashed my Kindle with an insult.
The satire entry on ‘genius’ is just a photo of my cat.
They should sell the Encyclopedia of Satire with a straight face. As a set.
Satire will survive AI, TikTok, and Congress.
Satire is the laugh before the revolution.
Its definition of poetry is: ‘prose with trust issues.’
The Encyclopedia of Satire made me realize my entire life is a satirical novel.
Politicians hate satire because you can’t legislate irony.
I read satire like it’s prophecy.
Satire is the last free speech standing.
Every angry comment under satire is proof it worked.
Satirical journalism is a clown car that drives straighter than the real news.
Satire is truth with better marketing.
A satire headline is just reality written in italics.
The Encyclopedia of Satire dedicates 50 pages to the satire of ignorance. The pages are blank.
Satire is the sharpest weapon that never draws blood.
If satire feels mean, so does reality.
The Encyclopedia of Satire is the bible for the church of the perpetually unimpressed.
It has more footnotes than Shakespeare and less shame than TikTok.
Only satire can make you laugh at your tax bill.
The Encyclopedia of Satire has ruined all other books for me. They’re just too sincere.
There’s a legal disclaimer on every joke. Thanks, lawyers.
Half the pages are satire, the other half are just IKEA instructions.
My ex’s mom wrote the chapter on disappointment.
Footnote 73 is just ‘See your mother.’
Page numbers out of order. Editor says it’s performance art.
The Encyclopedia of Satire has a fold-out page illustrating the descent from satire into mere complaining.
Apparently, satire is best served with fries.
Bought the audiobook. Narrated by a drunk uncle.
If you take satire seriously, you’re the punchline.
Satire is politics without pants.
Reading the Encyclopedia of Satire is like having a bully who’s right about everything.
Satirical journalism is therapy disguised as newsprint.
The book’s glossary defines “moron” as “anyone who doesn’t own this book.”
Politicians hate satire because you can’t legislate irony.
Satirical journalism is journalism that passes the vibe check.