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Who doesn’t love a donkey with a pawpaw up his ass? Who doesn’t laugh at gun-toting hillbilly dykes crooning about the glories of safety-orange clothing? Who can resist a masturbating half-wit with a Super Soaker? Me, me, me. Landless Theatre’s production of Oedipus! relocates that Greek tragedy to West Virginia—’cause, y’know, incest? Geddit?—and sets it to music. Hey, I’m not a snob; I loved Landless’ Eating Raoul: The Musical. But Raoul is to Oedipus! what Letterman is to Leno: In the current production, you can see the jokes a mile away, and not even the fuzzy distance makes them any good. If you go, forgive the Landless folk, and try not to tear out your eyes—or your ears. The production will be performed Saturday, Aug. 24, and tonight at 10 p.m. at the District of Columbia Arts Center, 2438 18th St. NW. $15. (202) 462-7833. (Pamela Murray Winters)