I recently attended a comedy/ventriloquism performance at a local casino (hey, don’t judge. The tickets were free). I’d never heard of the guy, but a quick web search revealed that he does “family friendly” entertainment. Not usually my gig, but I was willing to check it out, and I will freely admit, his singing ventriloquist schtick was surprisingly impressive. Unfortunately, after building up some momentum, this guy blew it all when he opted to turn it into a very special episode of (insert generic 80s sitcom title here) by setting aside the dummies to sing a song about… a kid dying of cancer.
And to make it even better, the song was accompanied by massive projected images of pencil sketches of… yes, a bald, dying child. A real knee-slapper, amirite? It’s all okay, though. Sure, a little kid died of cancer, but hey! Jesus totally gave him a horse and took him horseback riding in heaven. Praise god from whom all cancers flow! Your goodness is truly unfathomable. [Read more…]