Weekend self-care open thread: And now for something completely different
John Cleese is a Little Englander. Terry Gilliam is a warrior against "cancel culture". Eric Idle is bitter that he still has to work. The tzaddiks Terry Jones and Graham Chapman have gone on to the great beyond. And Sir Michael Palin seems to be the only one of the surviving Pythons who is at peace with himself and the world. But none of that matters. Monty Python will always hold a special place in my heart. Not for what they are now as they inch towards the grave. But for what they gave a Cuban kid in Washington Heights. A glimpse into a world he wouldn't have grokked otherwise. Anarchic. Surreal. Utterly foreign to what he grew up with. A window into a world beyond his own. The Pythons kindled a desire in me to explore beyond my confines. They showed me a world outside of 175th and St. Nick. Funny accents. Silly walks. Spam. This weekend we return to the wonderful insanity of the Monty Python lads. Share your favorites, or whatever tickles your fancy, in the comments....
