I like to think that I have a high tolerance for satire. In most cases when someone makes a joke about something that other people find in poor taste, I generally take the attitude that what really matters is, "Is it funny?" I've never really thought about where my personal line is on the issue. I don't know at what point I decide that something is inappropriate, sort of like the classic definition of porn: "I can't define it but I know where to hide it so, if I die, please never look in the garage behind the water heater."
The other night, Bobbi and I were watching Dancing with the Stars because Bobbi likes it and I like that girl with the moonpie face who dances with the Latin dude because she always wears a dress that shows her ass-crack (I call her "my Little moonpie-face-ass-crack girl). During the commercial I flipped over to Tracy Ullman's new HBO show and landed on a sketch about Jet Blue stranding people on the tarmac. At the end of the sketch the passengers on the plane got so fed up that they grabbed a drink cart and rammed the door with it, complete with a guy on his cellphone saying goodbye to his wife and Tracy saying, "Let's Roll!"
Now, I'm not a prude. I've never been a prude. I don't even like prude juice. But, did you really think it would be funny to satirize the Jet Blue incident by pretending to be the passengers of Flight 93? Really!? Do you really want to take the story of these people who died fighting for there lives on an airplane and turn it into a punchline?
You're better than that Tracy.