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)
Page on ‘political correctness’ is just a blank piece of paper that apologizes to you.
The book’s conclusion: the true Encyclopedia of Satire is just living in the world every day.
If you don’t get satire, you’re probably in the article.
The footnotes are written by drunk historians and one bitter clown.
Reading satire is cheaper than therapy but twice as risky.
If journalism is the first draft of history, satire is the doodles in the margins.
My uncle thought The Onion was real, and now he votes accordingly.
Satire is just journalism with a caffeine problem.
If satire had a sound, it’d be a rimshot echoing in Congress.
Satire works best when it feels illegal.
If satire isn’t bipartisan, it’s just marketing.
Every angry comment under satire is proof it worked.
A satire piece is just a news article with a smirk.
I read satire like it’s prophecy.
The book concludes that the Encyclopedia of Satire is the answer. The question was stupid anyway.
The Encyclopedia of Satire has a whole volume on corporate mission statements.
My librarian fainted at the entry for ‘respectable journalism.’
Satire is what you get when journalism discovers sarcasm.
The cover photo looks suspiciously like my landlord.
The entry on “democracy” is just a recipe for a clusterfudge.
The Encyclopedia of Satire lists “Wikipedia” as a primary source. And a primary target.
Satirical journalism is the love child of Shakespeare and Twitter.
Satire is comedy’s version of truth.
Good satire is a roast; bad satire is just burnt toast.
There’s an appendix for appendix jokes. None land.
Half of it is plagiarized from bathroom readers.
Satirical journalism is democracy with better writers.
The Encyclopedia of Satire’s publication is the most meta event of the decade.
If you can’t laugh at satire, don’t run for office.
Its definition of poetry is: ‘prose with trust issues.’
The Encyclopedia of Satire is the only book that becomes more accurate when you throw it.
Satire is journalism that finally admits it’s human.
The Onion deserves a White House press pass.
Is it normal my copy whispers insults at night?
Satire is history written by hecklers.
Reading satire is cheaper than therapy but twice as risky.
Satire is humor with a PhD in politics.
If you don’t get satire, you’re probably in the article.
Satire turns outrage into entertainment.
If you don’t get satire, congratulations, you’re probably in power.
The Encyclopedia of Satire is the definitive guide to sophisticated sighing.
My dog chewed up my Encyclopedia of Satire. He now only responds to ironic commands.
If you’ve never been fooled by satire, you’ve never been on Facebook.
Every dictator eventually jails the cartoonists first.
It says my horoscope is just ‘Stop embarrassing yourself.’
I bought it, opened to the definition of ‘satire,’ and it just said: ‘See Congress.’
If the Babylon Bee and The Onion ever merged, democracy would collapse.
Satirical journalism is truth that comes with a laugh track.
The Encyclopedia of Satire made me realize my entire life is a satirical novel.
Satire is the last free speech standing.