But, as it turns out, I am a terrible, terrible person.
Yes, that was Rip Taylor. And just when you think they were done being awful, well, . . . just stay through 4:00 and see.
(Via Mefi. There is, of course, lots more where this came from.)
(PS: Best comment at YouTube: “What if, due to some horrible accident, this video were the only surviving record of our time for future historians to study.” Indeed.)
This actually leaves me feeling nostalgic for the era when shit like this could get greenlit and broadcast as a prime-time spectacle, eagerly anticipated by (at least one) 7-year-old kid in Berkeley, 1976.
Now I have to sift through myriad offerings streaming across infinite channels to find out what’s worth watching. Back then it was so much easier to decide: “The Brady Bunch Variety Hour,” “Rich Man, Poor Man,” or Cronkite. No competition!