Tina Fey The Official Backlog

Tina Fey

In fact, we, the crack young staff of “The Hatemonger’s Quarterly,” consider a stroll through our archives the comedic version of Los Angeles after the announcement of the Rodney King verdict. Only far less racially divisive, of course.

Yet something else struck the Official Backlog Department (or OBD, as they are seldom called—for fear of being mixed up with late dyslexic rap sensation Old Birty Dastard). It has been some time since we, the crack young staff of “The Hatemonger’s Quarterly,” have offered a vituperative excoriation of a deserving target.

In fact, as far as our Official Backlog Department was concerned, we haven’t harped on an individual’s utter wretchedness since we (figuratively) took apart Billy Packer. Accordingly, someone needs a good drubbing.

Some of our readers may be surprised by the target of today’s round of obloquy: “Saturday Night Live”’s bespectacled star, Tina Fey.

To a certain extent, we can understand this shock: In the annals of horrid people—Hitler, Stalin, Phil Collins—Tina Fey doesn’t even deserve a mention. In addition, Ms. Fey is, on occasion, funny.

Yet we believe that Ms. Fey can be deeply irksome. And this isn’t some partisan political quibble, either. We, the crack young staff of “The Hatemonger’s Quarterly,” are fully prepared to conclude that Al Franken is humorous, and Rush Limbaugh isn’t.

So what, you may (or may not) be asking yourself, makes Tina Fey obnoxious? We, the crack young staff of “The Hatemonger’s Quarterly,” feel as if it can be summed up in two words: Smug self-satisfaction.

In the course of her appearances on the “Weekend Update” portion of “Saturday Night Live,” Ms. Fey must always offer a bevy of tepid anti-conservative jokes that seem more intent on demonstrating Ms. Fey’s intellectual and moral superiority than on compelling a few yuks from the audience.

It’s as if Ms. Fey, desperate to inform the audience that she doesn’t just wear clunky glasses for aesthetic reasons, can’t live a week without waxing sanctimonious on the stupidity of dumb old George W. Bush.

To which we, the crack young staff of “The Hatemonger’s Quarterly,” respond: We get it, Tina. George Bush is a moron, and you are brilliant. You hate Republicans because you’re so darned smart. You’re the unfunny male version of John Stewart.

Accordingly, you hope to display your superior understanding of world affairs through some coruscating social commentary. And vagina jokes.

Frankly, we preferred the glittering political lucubrations of Victoria Jackson. Now there’s a smart chick.