In 1991 Saturday Night Live had a set of skits that were absolutely interminable to my taste. There were three or four of them with a recurring character played by Mike Myers. I just didn't get it. Just didn't. I didn't know anyone who was so delusional, so full of his own looks, his own glorious personality. I kept trying to figure out what was remotely attractive about the guy. His name was Lank Thompson. It took me a while to realize that it really was a joke, and eventually I thought it was kind of funny, if only kind of.
Certainly this is not my favourite character created by Myers. But it is okay, when locked up in the wayback machine, caught under the dust of 25 years.
It is, however, not okay when I am hearing it over and over again on the news every evening, even (as delver rootnose vented just two days ago) when the man voicing his whatever-it-is-he-wants-to-say has nothing to say.
