As usual, Guffman gets it wrong. Why? Because, in a parallel universe — for which only I hold the keys — JFK is president, John Lennon never got shot & Elvis sells Depends on late-night TV. (“Thank you, thank you very much.”) It’s a great place to live — except for the renegade lizard gangs trolling the streets & the all-ABBA 24–7 music blaring from strategically placed Bose speakers. (Fortunately, I like ABBA. Lizard gangs? Not so much.)
NOTE: There’s no admission charge to visit Lizard-ABBA Land, but you must sit through a 45-minute time-share presentation, after which a mid-day meal featuring deep-fried lizard fritters will be served, au gratin. (Yes, they taste surprisingly like chicken.)