I have had a curious relationship with Mad Magazines all my life. I always have to pick them up and dip into them to see if they are funny. They never are. Not once in my 59 years have I ever found anything in the least bit funny in Mad Magazine. Yet I still pick up everyone I come across and obsessively trole through it trying to find something that might amuse.
Possibly it’s because reported ‘real life’ in the US of A seems much more absurd and fantastical than anything to be found between the limp pages of a magazine.