Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
So a big ol’ back-n-forth has ensued regarding Wonkette’s tasteless Trig Palin post.
Readers of the Blog That Nobody Reads who possess a decent, functional, working long-term memory will immediately recognize we’re unapologetic, out-and-proud Palin fans. Readers who are new arrivals, or who possess no functional long-term memory at all, will still recognize this because of our sidebar pin-up artwork. Well, our finding that the Wonkette article in question was unfunny, has nothing to do with our fondness of the Barracuda. And it doesn’t have anything to do with the mocking of an innocent child, either. Or that the child is disabled. Actually, we live in a decidedly libertarian universe. We figure funny’s funny, unfunny’s unfunny, and nobody’s “rights” are gong to change one to the other or vice-versa.
Nope, we’re simple creatures here. We found the Wonkette column to be unfunny because…brace yourself for this…it simply isn’t funny.
Readers of the Blog That Nobody Reads who possess a decent functional long-term memory will recall something else, too. We don’t have a lot of regard for what has & has not been declared by the officials to be a real word…or…a real mental illness. We ignore the official registries of words and mental frailties, and make up our own entries in same, pretty much all the time. Well — this is a mental frailty, widespread of late, especially on the left-wing side. Humor. “I can see Russia from my house!” yuk yuk yuk. Our liberals very often find things to be humorous that simply aren’t humorous.
We think that’s a mental shortcoming. We think it’s an illness that ought to carry a genuine diagnosis. Jocularity…in response to…you said something nasty about this person I happen to dislike politically. That is a mental illness, we think.
We appreciate genuine humor as much as anybody else — even if it is made at the expense of kids. What’s pink and red and goes round and round at sixty miles an hour? Baby in a blender. We don’t laugh at that now because we heard it before. But the first time, back in Boy Scout camp, it caused quite the giggle-fit.
And we disagree with President Obama politically. But we’re not likely to laugh at jokes about Sasha and Malia. Unless said jokes are funny, is that too much to ask? But whatever the joke is, it probably isn’t going to be as funny as the baby in the blender.
I say, mental illness, because — well, there were a couple of James Bond movie villains in recent years who had their nerves crossed, such that instead of bodily pain and agony they felt sexual pleasure. It’s just like that. Liberals hear a fantasy about a political opponent, which as unlikely as it may be, would make them feel good about it if it were true. And somewhere in what passes for a brain, the signals get all crossed and this reaches the pleasure centers of the brain as a genuine guffaw! Like Todd Palin knocking up his own daughter. That isn’t funny, but some of these people figure since they hate anything Palin, this should cause peals of uncontrollable laughter. Somehow.
I just think it’s high time this was called out as the mental illness it really is. Little kids have a tough time reading and we lose no time proclaiming “The Brain Is Wired Wrong!!! Poor Bubbins Is Picking Up the Letters All Backwards!!!” Very little by way of real evidence needed to support this; it’s just a done deal. So it’s time we did the same for our liberals. Too many among them assume anything insulting, directed at the proper targets, must be hysterically funny. They seem to have concluded it’s impossible for any statement to be one without the other.
Oh yeah, it could be a simple ideological bias gone all wonky. But remember, this isn’t just a matter of concluding something might be funny. This is a matter of actually laughing at it. That’s a more primitive brain process. I mean, if I poked you right in the eye and you popped a boner because of it, that would be a low-level nervous system problem wouldn’t it? Well, this is gutteral laughter in response to banal insults tossed out at a mentally challenged child.
Time to get these people the mental health assistance they so desperately need. Make it so they can’t endanger themselves or others.
Update: I see how it is that quiet reader James C. Ritchie takes such great pictures. Got an eagle-eye. Very tactful and polite about it, too, when he sends off-line e-mails to to the smug bloggers who occasionally misspell obvious, fourth-grade words, like us. Oh well…nobody’s perfick. Thanks for keeping us sharp Mr. Ritchie.
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social dsylexia?
- seattle | 04/21/2011 @ 06:05Hmmmm. Maybe.
- mkfreeberg | 04/21/2011 @ 06:12It’s really just retarded (as in “delayed”) adolescence. The “humor” of young lefties has devolved into the bitter ravings of children who just can’t stand to watch their contemporaries grow up.
Envy, spite, jealousy, sour grapes – whatever you wanna call it, it amounts to “If I can’t have any, nobody else gets any either.” Sad and pathetic.
And ugly.
- rob | 04/21/2011 @ 14:33It’s possible for anyone to confuse the laughter of genuine amusement (as prompted by visual or conceptual absurdity) with the laughter of malicious delight at seeing someone we don’t like being humiliated (albeit in proxy, on this occasion). And the more we hate the target, the less clever or original the humiliation needs to be to get that laughter out of us.
What I don’t like about most so-called satirists is that they feign an intent to provoke the former while most times being perfectly content with the latter. Plus, like all pleasures, malicious laughter is habit-forming and addictive; get too hung up on it and you lose your ability to laugh any other way.
One of the great blind spots of many prog-libs is their refusal to admit that accumulative damage can apply to minds and souls as much as it can ecologies or states of health. Enjoying others’ humiliation too much leads to cancer of the spirit just as much as pack-a-day smoking leads to cancer of the lungs.
- Stephen J. | 04/21/2011 @ 19:28