This is a humor blog. It is not an insult blog, although I do enjoy a good insult done well, especially by master insulters like Jon Stewart and John Oliver who do it to make a valid point.
I do not appreciate when others equate my sense of humor with the poop-flingers who promote hate and violence. If I thought a joke I made would inspire someone to assassinate the Bozo President, I would stop making jokes entirely. Seriously… President Pence would have me boxed and euthanized within days. (See what I mean? HUMOR! Not a call to violence.)
I am NOT like Mark Levin .
Who is Mark Levin, you say? Good for you. You must have relatively good luck avoiding human Pepe the Frog memes.
Yes, Mark Levin is a radio insult-flinger who hates President Obama and basically all things reasonable. He argues in favor of the Confederate Flag and the more racist policies and anti-LGBT policies of the Republican Party. And a Facebook commentator recently sited him to me as proof that Obama really did wiretap Trump Tower during the election. Which, of course, makes perfect sense, since the Twitter twit-wit tweeter we elected president most likely got his early morning accusation fuel directly from Levin’s radio poop sack. Or possibly second hand via Fox News who took it from Levin’s poop sack and re-packaged it in a form easily digested by all the poop-loving goobers and gomers (not “gomer’s” by the way) that feast from it.
So why is it critical that I disassociate myself from a radio bad-word-shouter like Levin?
Because I am a word-warrior in the cause of goodness and light, not darkness and evil.
You may have seen recently that a new statue has been installed in front of the Wall Street Bull. It is a girl standing in a confident and defiant pose. It is a very timely and very creative statement about where we need to be mentally now. And I am not ashamed of the fact that it was placed there by liberal pro-women activists. I hope to be so fearless and determined too. But it has inspired backlash. A recent viral meme shows a man in a business suit pantomiming a rape of the statue. I refuse to show you a picture of that here. I won’t honor it with any publicity beyond the horrifying fact of it. But it is the effect the current president has had on the brains of this country. He has convinced his half of the country that it is okay to have bad, violent, or racist thoughts. He has made them think that all of their worst desires towards people who are not themselves are now somehow validated and okay. I won’t stand for it.
This is what it is really for. Giving little girls the notion that they have the right to stand up against the forces of stupidity is priceless. No amount of loud, angry insults and poop-flinging can defeat that.
The Be-Bop Beat of Mickey’s Brain
Truthfully, when I look back at the string of posts in the picket fence of this daily blog, I fail to see the overall map of it in any semblance of pattern or order. Honestly, I did not set out to be purposefully wacky.
I did, however, set out to be purposefully surreal. I mean it, I consciously put bizarrely dissimilar things together in an attempt to find parallels and connections in unlike things because, not only is it funny and surprising, but is a comic act that serves to keep the mind nimble and never numb. I do think quite a lot. And I try to see connections between things where others wouldn’t. For instance, the Coppertone girl with her bare butt and Bullwinkle with his unicycle are both being threatened in a way that is both comic, and taking advantage of their inherent image of innocence. Neither will lose anything by it. The girl stands to brown her pale white behind in the sun, while Bullwinkle will probably land on his head and it will make a decent cushion to preserve him because of it’s empty and rubbery qualities.
I must also admit to a bit of the old telling of stretchers, the misrepresentation of the truth, the loquacious layer-onner of lies. Not Trumpian lies that land on you like elephants dropped like bombs out of B-52’s. Instead, fictions that entertain and elucidate. It is the most likely reason I keep saying connecting words and phrases like “truthfully” and “honestly” and “I mean it”. Those are words that liars love.
Yes fiction writers like me tell little white lies.
I have now published my novel Recipes for Gingerbread Children. It is a novel based on real people I have known and loved and listened to. It is about an old German woman, a survivor of WWII concentration camps, who loves to tell stories to children and bake gingerbread cookies, especially gingerbread men. It features a pair of teenage nudist girls who believe in going completely naked whenever you are indoors, even if you are in someone else’s house. It features Nazis, both in flashback and ghostly forms. It also features fairies from the Hidden Kingdom of Tellosia, a fairy kingdom filled with little three-inch tall magical people living under our very noses. And it has a werewolf in it, though admittedly a very young one. It is a comedy with its requisite sad parts, and it is definitely an example of surrealism. It is also full of lies… err, I mean fiction.
But the real purpose of this supposedly be-bop brain fart in blog-post form is not so much to explain my blog (because how do you explain a blog that goes from Flashbacks and Foobah to telling about Madman Trump to Another novel part… #37 to Centaurs to a book and movie review, to this eccentric and eclectic thing, which probably exists more to make alliteration jokes than anything else in the most musical beat I can bang out?) but to prove that I do often think about thinking and how things fit together and what it all means… and how to write a run-on sentence that adds to the effect rather than simply annoys. And, yeah, I’m doing that. And it feels like a good thing to do.
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