When I lived in England there was a brilliant satirical weekly paper called Private Eye whose editors would expose hypocrisy of prelates, corruption of politicians, foolishness of academics, vanity of celebrities and the idiocy of the royal family.
Private Eye had a long running reputation of airing grievances, sticking up for the little guy, catching people with their pants down and exposing corruption, graft and general arrogance and ignorance of the human race.
It is still in print and is a peculiarly English institution. The Brits get satire, sarcasm, innuendo and the wink, wink, nudge nudge in a way that Americans simply don’t.
The editor during
