Now it seems there are fewer and fewer things to point and laugh at these days. As the humourless proscribe more and more things that become out of bounds to those that enjoy a nice little snigger at the foibles of the world. Soon it seems all those foibles that amuse us so much will become protected against the abuse of ridicule and the sheer unmitigated horror of someone having a bit of a laugh at their expense.
Of course, it is almost tautologous that the humourless hate humour, seeing it as some form of thinly disguised ‘hate-speech’, when in fact the opposite is the case and those that see hate-speech everywhere are the ones filled with hate. A hate at and for something they cannot understand, taking joy in life’s unlimited absurdities.
They cannot understand because they see the world as contradictory, unfair, unequal, hypocritical, hateful, pathetic and stupid and, rather than laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all, they want to change it. They want to change it to their way of thinking. A cold sterile place of quotas, and rules, regulations and certain acceptable forms of behaviour that keep people locked in cages of ‘correctness’, looking forlornly out at a bleak, sterile, world devoid of all that makes it worth living, striving for and against, and – most of all – having a damn good laugh at it all.
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