Comedy
Just Desserts--sweet satisfaction or mere empty calories? We set out in search of delicious tales of bastards getting their comeuppance. We found instead three stories of compounding human tragedy: The frontman of a band with a name too filthy to print leads a life too filthy to last, because he who lives by the s-word (and the f-word and the c-word and whole alphabets of vulgarity) probably doesn’t die of old age surrounded by loved ones. After centuries as victims of devastating violence and disease, the few free Native tribes still fighting to save their way of life have their last stand culturally appropriated by a blowhard of such grandiose delusion he was the only one who thought this battle was about him. Finally, some sallow English swains scuff their stockings skating on the Thames--and prove there is no real justice in the world. Plus, the guys overshare!