Dude.
Ahh, the old “I wear a Nazi uniform to show I’m anti-Nazi” shtick, which is well over forty years old. The audition scene for Mel Brooks’ The Producers featured plenty of both dancing Hitlers and singing Hitlers — Roseanne Barr apparently wants to be the baking Hitler.
(Bumped to top.)
Update: The Mere Rhetoric blog adds that in and of themselves, the photos of Roseanne in full Fuhrer drag are not really worth losing sleep over, “because it’s Roseanne Barr so who cares. But they’re hard to beat as a textbook example of how the left excuses vulgar anti-Semitism as irony, leaving them free to get the cheap visceral thrill that hatred provides. She really was having fun, wasn’t she?”
And if such a gag bombs as this has, the left allow themselves a “botched joke” mulligan that they themselves would never accept as an excuse for a similarly moronic gesture from the right.
More: Deceiver.com reminds us which modern nation sage foreign policy expert Roseanne has publicly described as a “Nazi state.” Two guesses, and no it’s not America.
Roseanne Barr’s humor is far too deep for me. I’m just not getting it. Is there something I’m missing? At this moment, I’m speechless—and appalled.
Roseanne is about as funny as a kidney stone.
Besides that, she a great comic.
Rosanne would have been good playing the role of the concierge in the original movie. She’s got the body, face and voice for it.
Is there a term stronger than “jump the shark?”
Barr’s most recent HBO standup special was an abomination. Once upon a time she was funny and special. But every ounce of that apparently was drained away … now she’s a tired ideologue desperate to shock for a little press.
Christian,
“Nuke the fridge” appears to be the latest aphorism for Epic Fail, and it seems especially appropriate in Roseanne’s case.
On her tv show we thought she was pretending to be a dysfunctional loser. Actually she was playing herself. Who can forget the crotch grabbing screech of the national anthem in San Diego. Move along, Roseanne, Your time is up.