Are you offended easily or under 18 years of age? If so, stop now. Please. I’m serious. Go check out the Wikipedia page on Mr. Rogers.
I just read (and yes, I know I’m behind the curve on this one) one of Patricia E. Bauer’s blog posts about Tropic Thunder, quite possibly one of the top-5 funniest movies of the last 10 years.
Patricia, I know you’re offended easily, but we’re going to get you started with some immersion therapy….
You can still turn back.
If you don’t want to be offended by nasty language, turn back now!
I’m serious!
Fuck you, Patricia E. Bauer, you whining, pointless cunt.
If we can’t speak honestly about our problems (or those of others, or society in general), we can’t address them honestly.
Nigger. See that. I said it. Not “N-word”. Nigger. I didn’t call anyone a nigger, I just said the word.
Fuck. Shit. Piss. Retard.
Retard fucks nigger shit; film at eleven.
Cunt. Bitch. Spineless. Credulous. Moron. Idiot.
Nigger is a word. People who are offended by its mere existence need something real to cry about. How come nobody gets all bent out of shape about words like “cracker”, “whitey”, “gray” and so on? Because they’re just words… like nigger and bitch.
Tits, Patty. Tits.
Are you still wincing, Patty?
You see, just because someone’s in a wheelchair or has an IQ of 48 does not excuse them, really, of anything. An asshole in a wheelchair is still an asshole. A dangerous retard in the White House is still dangerous.
Not every person is qualified for every job. Former Senator Max Cleland will likely not be performing any piano concerts at Carnegie Hall. It’s unfortunate, but it’s true. He knows it, I know it, and you know it. He may have been a great pianist before he went to Vietnam, but if he was, I’d say his best performances are behind him now. Why is it taboo to say it?
I have a learning disability, and there are some jobs I simply can’t do. Basically, any job that requires me to quickly and accurately assimilate what I see… I can’t do. I can see fine. Strangely, I still have the best-functioning eyes in my family. I could tell you what my girlfriend’s face looks like, but I couldn’t tell you what she was wearing. It’s sad, but it’s true. These are facts I have to live with every day. To be honest, if I couldn’t laugh about it, I’d probably cry about it.
Fag. Faggot. Shitheel. Douchebag. Holocaust. Genocide. Death. Cancer. Shell shock.
Come on, Patty… get with the program. You need to sing along with me, here…..
Tugg Speedman going “full retard” is part of a larger commentary on Hollywood. The joke doesn’t work, if every time they want to refer to the part of “Simple Jack”, they have to say, “of diminished cognitive capacity”. That would be part of a larger commentary on people like you, Patty.
All the best comedy is rooted, in one way or another, in tragedy. You, Patty, have become a tragic figure, and, as such, you are a comedic figure.
Nadya Suleman, is a pathetic waste of flesh, and a pointless being. That no one had the balls to say, “Nadya… y’know… you have 6 kids now, and no means of support… do you really think you need MORE kids?” .. or better still, “Nope, your done.”… is tragic. She, and her situation, and her choices welcome ridicule, parody and satire. Yes, almost any outcome will be unfortunate in one way or another… but it can be funny, too…
Again… you can laugh about it or cry about it. When you laugh about it, you acknowledge its absurdity, and maybe… just maybe… can start a dialog that can make things better. When you cry about it, you admit your helplessness.
