This is Cultural-War Melodrama. Introducing the fearless Dewey Lightfoot. His brain dagger slits and garrotes. Rapier wit. Clever honesty. No apologies. No qualms. Just mores. Just punx. Hitting hard. Pulling no punches. Few sacred cows. He will refund your money if you don’t laugh, cry, shudder so hard you flatline.
“Do you consider the eating of oysters to be moral and the eating of snails to be immoral?” “No, master.” “Of course not. It is all a matter of taste, isn’t it?” “Yes, master.” “And taste is not the same as appetite, and therefore not a question of morals.” “It could be argued so, master.” “My robe, Antoninus. My taste includes both snails and oysters.”