Time Wounds All Heels

Dennis Miller has, for a couple of decades now,  been smirking smug snark as the self-crowned quickest tongue on trivial pursuit; and his metamorphosis from an acid-tongued skewerer of Right Wing politicians to another propagandist determined to prove to stupid people that they’re actually smart and that smart people are actually stupid has been a curious odyssey through the eternal verities of People Magazine.

The Miller’s Tale: FAIL

 Put another way, a walk across the sea of his soul would scarcely wet one’s feet.

But, as they say, revenge is a dish best served cold, and, well … bon apetit!

HBO is airing Miller’s 2003 “The Raw Feed” comedy special, in which he sneers at anybody who doesn’t “KNOW” that Saddam Hussein was in cahoots with Osama bin Laden, who questions that there are weapons of mass destruction, and pooh-poohs the notion that not having an exit plan is any problem.

Particularly lovely is his slam of the French and France, sneering how they’ll be too late to the party when we find nerve gas and uranium pellets. “Better gas up the dinghy and go fishing, Fredo, because you’re DEAD TO ME!” (approximately). The pop-culture reference is to “The Godfather, Part II.”*

[* Funny thing about pop-culture references, of course. I have Mort Sahl’s “Look Back In Anger 1960” album on old black vinyl, and, while I recognize SOME of the hip cultural references he’s making, most of them are as old as yesterday’s news. I mean, Eisenhower and Khrushchev jokes and tend to lose their efflorescence after a decade or so. So catch Miller quick, because the blush will be off the organic rose fertilizer he peddles faster than Karl Rove can twist a story into an arabesque.]

Marianne – Vive la France!

More audacious than his wholesale smear of the entire French nation (without whose help, OUR Revolution might not have succeeded) is the sheer hilarity of watching a pompous blowhard having made himself an ass to that ENTIRE nation, who, in retrospect, turn out to have been collectively as right as Mr. Miller was individually, painfully, wonderfully, schadenfreudenly WRONG.

IS wrong.

Time wounds all heels.

If you have a chance, and have not appreciated Miller’s supercilious sneer of self-anointed superiority aimed at either yourself or friends on the other side of the aisle, I commend it to you. Knowing HBO, it will air several times over the next few daze. The Raw Feed (2003).

Miller ofttimes travels
incognito, so as not to be
swarmed by legions of his fans

Seldom has an acerbic ass shoved his astutely asinine words up his own ass so assiduously.


And, if the proper amount of derisive laughter is volleyed back in Miller’s direction, his 2003 Feed won’t be the only thing that’s Raw.



A writer, published author, novelist, literary critic and political observer for a quarter of a quarter-century more than a quarter-century, Hart Williams has lived in the American West for his entire life. Having grown up in Wyoming, Kansas and New Mexico, a survivor of Texas and a veteran of Hollywood, Mr. Williams currently lives in Oregon, along with an astonishing amount of pollen. He has a lively blog His Vorpal Sword. This is cross-posted from his blog.

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About Hart Williams

Mr. Williams grew up in Wyoming, Nebraska, Kansas and New Mexico. He lived in Hollywood, California for many years. He has been published in The Washington Post, The Kansas City Star, The Santa Fe Sun, The Los Angeles Free Press, Oui Magazine, New West, and many, many more. A published novelist and a filmed screenwriter, Mr. Williams eschews the decadence of Hollywood for the simple, wholesome goodness of the plain, honest people of the land. He enjoys Luis Buñuel documentaries immensely.
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