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Dave Barry is hands down my favorite satirist on the planet. His year in review is always a tour de force and this year is no different:

It was a cruel, cruel year — a year that kept raising our hopes, only to squash them flatter than a dead possum on the interstate.

Example: This year the “reality” show Jersey Shore, which for six hideous seasons has been a compelling argument in favor of a major earth-asteroid collision, finally got canceled, and we dared to wonder if maybe, just maybe, we, as a society, were becoming slightly less stupid.

But then, WHAP, we were slapped in our national face by the cold hard frozen mackerel of reality in the form of the hugely popular new “reality” showHere Comes Honey Boo Boo, which, in terms of intellectual content, makes Jersey Shore look like Hamlet.