Review of Tea for Two Hundred

. . . meriting high marks for making such an efficient criticism target. Critter torture? Cultural insensitivity? Mean streak? Environmental mayhem? Water pollution? Playing with fire? Food waste? Gluttony? Condescension? Smug superiority? Over-confidence? Misplaced sense of security? Vulnerable tenderfoot? Ill-prepared loser? Wanton destruction? Gratuitous violence? S-p-e-c-i-e-s-i-s-m? Where to begin? Perhaps the most nefarious aspect of TEA FOR TWO HUNDRED is that Dizzy's rodent ranchers strive mightily here to equate lowly insects--ants--to the proud People of the African Continent. By mimicking Swahili phrases with similar cadences of guttural gibberish, along with aping historical use of communication by percussive drumming, not to mention the anthropomorphic demeaning ant caricatures, Dizzy outdoes itself in being totally clueless to the evils of James Crow. How sad.