Honey Don’t

Set in the very near future, Honey Don't features a hit list that runs the gamut: from a goatish president dying in flagrante, to an aging Don appalled by modern manners; from a certifiably stupid bagman fleeing both the Secret Service and the mob with $656,000 of dirty money in a locked attaché case and the president's head in a carry-all, to a coke-snorting blow-dried VP who has suddenly caught the brass ring.

Circling them are conniving White House staffers, corrupt politicos, sleazy journalists, and rancid pro football coaches: in short, the usual D.C. three-ring circus.

And in the center ring is the eponymous Honey, one of those Texas women cursed with a given name that condemns her to a lifetime of cheerleading. But this Daddy's girl is a free spirit in full rebellion, and her take on life – offbeat but on target – is the heart and soul of this antic tale.

Honey Don't is a full frontal assault on the inanities of our age. Often outrageous, sometimes shocking, always wickedly funny, it is, in the end, utterly and slyly subversive.