I think the greatest sin a person can commit is to lose ones sense of irony. There's something tangible, unifying even, about a sort of very distinct love of the ironic. Some people really dog sarcasm and dark, depth perception empowered humor. People, those especially obsessed with some utopian illusion, they like their world all wrapped in this exquisite bow. Their whole niche in the universe is to put more make up on the corpse, shove sunshine so far up your butt that you start to believe their hype yourself. That's where I think you have to put on the brakes, slap a few faces red and say "laugh at your disposition".
I can't, in good conscience, be a positive person. One look at two dysfunctional political parties, a long line of self serving world leaders and two minutes of the evening news, you start looking for a knife that'll hit the vein clean. It's dire. And if I was some dim witted, happy go lucky type, my mojo would be dying out like the AIDS crisis. I just don't feel the need to have hope for humanity. I think we're beyond hope as a people. We're just too jaded and too selfish and too out of touch with any sense of duty or humanity ourselves, it sort of seems like we're begging for a meteor to end it all.
My remedy to that is irony, pure unadulterated irony. And with that comes the dead baby jokes and the endless string of other inappropriate things I say to combat the rigors of a mentally polluted world. It's not meant to be pretty or to improve the situation, declining in quality as I type. It's meant to be a last middle finger to the tight wads, a defining stance against complacency and legislated moral culture. It's something trends can't filter into mainstream acceptance. No, its the vital enemy of all that, a machine of lacking character and growing clarity. It's all resolute with me, simple and clean and not at all arbitrary. The best part is it comes from the nebula of good will. It's there so you can laugh at the dogmatic enema that is our governmental system. It's there so you can shake your head, drink your coffee and pick up the dog shit off the sidewalk...with defiance.
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And all it takes is the raising of an eye brow, a knowing glance....the sense to be ever present among the lemmings, the drones of televised instruction. It doesn't mean the meteor doesn't cook the skin off your bones and reduce you to dust particles not unlike those hanging mid air in your double wide. It means while every other loser on the planet is crying, screaming and cursing God for what they perceive to be an unjust ending, you'll be laughing your ass off, winking up at Him, and quietly saying "I totally understand".
"When our kids are grown
With kids of their own
They'll send us away
To a little home in Florida
We'll play checkers all day
Until we pass away"-Randy Newman
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