Satire

I've deplored the state of Swedish satire earlier this month, so I won't rehash that debate again. Instead, I'll give an example of How It's Done: Malvina Reynolds, sung by Raymond Crooke. Clever lyrics set to a catchy tune and voilà: Instant classic.



Keep in mind that this was written in, what, 1961?, when the US was blowing rapidly increasing amounts of money and international goodwill up in Vietnam.