Luckily, the armistice in the war of words these days muzzles our combative Congress, not comedians. Even luckier for us humor-hungry civilians, our irascible representatives have yet to enact fun-control laws, thereby not depriving the rabble of Auggie Smith and other amusing agitators like him.
From his post onstage, Smith, dedicated protector of our unalienable rights to laughs, liberty and the pursuit of happiness every !@%&@ second of our !@%&@ lives, freely unloads on the charlatans and idiots who’ve made the mistake of ending up in his comic crosshairs (sorry, Sarah Palin, we mean comic surveyor symbols).
Unlike the working dead — spiritless adults who every weekday robotically wake up, get up and show up at monotonous jobs — Smith sounds like he has tons o’ fun at work. The point of becoming a comedian, agreed? You sense it in his Lewis Black lite attitude (inflamed but not spontaneously combustible) and hear it in his voice (peeved but not postal) on Smell the Thunder, his equally derisive, incisive and clever new CD from Rooftop Comedy Productions.
After all, he receives cash to bash The Establishment and hold up a funhouse mirror to, among others, sanctimonious What-Would-Jesus-Do-gooders who on the way to the office morph into anti-Christians by flipping out on the highway and flipping off fellow motorists after literally being driven crazy in traffic.
More mocker than muckraker, Smith demonstrates that political and social commentators need not use fangs to make biting remarks about this wide, wide, no, make that weird, weird world. Judging from this release, a devilishly wicked comic voice can be a blunt weapon, even in the hands of someone as harmless-looking as Smith. On arguably the best of the set, “Liberal,” Smith, without preaching to either congregation, could convert Kennedy Liberals into (gasp!) Kennedy Konservatives.
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