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Lighten Up Assholes

Gothic Donut

Today I found a gothic donut. It reminded me of the gothic bagels I would get during high school when I went to Yesterday’s, a coffeeshop in Redondo Beach. They were these blueberry bagels that came out purple.

Anyhow being an old fart, I get on this nostalgia kicks. So I had this gothic donut on my desk all morning long. Finally I realized the ridiculousness of it all and just ate it.

Tragedy.

Speaking of tragedy, I can’t believe I’m doing this since I can’t stand him, but here it goes.

Dane Cook caused a stir about his joke about the Aurora shooting at the Dark Knight screening.

So I heard that the guy came into the theater about 25 minutes into the movie. And I don’t know if you’ve seen the movie, but the movie is pretty much a piece of crap. Yea, spoiler alert.

I know that if none of that would have happened, pretty sure that somebody in that theater, about 25 minutes in, realizing it was a piece of crap, was probably like “ugh fucking shoot me.”

Okay, it’s not a complete knee-slapper, but it actually did elicit a chortle from me which is surprising since it was a Dane Cook joke.

It seems this little joke got people’s panties all twisted.

People need to realize the job of a comedian is to make jokes, to comment on what’s going on in the world. Sure it might be tasteless. Sure it might be too soon, whatever that means.

When my dad died, I cracked jokes all the way to his funeral. When my mom was lost in the Sierra Nevadas, I was making fun of her. I was making 9/11 jokes that afternoon. The way I deal with tragedy is cracking jokes.

Life sucks. Life isn’t fair. Everyone should know this. Rather than cry, I’d rather laugh. If you don’t want to laugh, fine. But don’t tell me how I should handle tragedy.

Now here is where the repugnance of Dane Cook reared its ugly head. The motherfucker apologized. For making a joke.

I can’t wait for the apocalypse.