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Quote of the Day: A Sense of Humor
“A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.” — Henry Ward Beecher
Humorlessness really defines the Woke folk. Beecher had the right of it. They are jolted by every pebble on the road. They cannot take a joke, nor can they allow others to tell jokes. Comedians have become their main target. Permissible jokes have become so circumscribed that those permitted really are not funny. Humor approved by the Soviet Board of Censors falls flat.
There is another reason they hate humor and wish it suppressed. The Woke are eminently mockable. The devil hates to be mocked. No one tells jokes in Hell. Similarly (and for pretty much the same reasons) the Woke folk hate to be mocked. It jolts them. It is their Achilles heel. They know it. So they ban it.
Except, we are not yet in Hell. We are allowed to tell jokes. So mock them – every chance you get. Tell jokes about them. Expose their failings with humor. There are far more Normals, based individuals, than there are Woke folk. And the Normals know how ridiculous the Woke folk are. Humor is our most effective weapon in this fight. Use it.
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But the woke folk are much louder and more obnoxious.
Which is why we need to mock them. They will be crybullies about it, but they are bullies. Bullies are at their core cowards. Eventually they will slink off to find softer targets.
Just for the context of the metaphor, when I was a lad, on a whim my dad bought a lumber wagon like the one pictured below. Being totally unsprung and on steel tires, it transmitted every minute unevenness of the ground to the bed. On our gravel driveway, unless you were sitting on the spring seat, you were constantly being jolted and shaken – so much so that the only way to be at all comfortable was to stand up and let your legs absorb some of the shaking.
My father, who had used horse drawn wagons, always ridiculed Hollywood depictions of wagons drawn by galloping horses.
Remember that Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals advised:
“Humor is essential to a successful tactician, for the most potent weapons known to mankind are satire and ridicule.”
Conservatives should relish using humor against radicals and progressives! The irony is delicious.
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In the short and long term probably more effective than gifts to the GOP
I once asked Dad what was the longest distance he had ridden in a farm wagon.
During the 1920s or 30s Grand Dad needed to pick up a load of pipe from town. They didn’t own a truck, and had no money for delivery, so they used a horse drawn wagon. I estimate they traveled 24 miles round trip. Dad said it was a hard day for the team, and for him and Grand Dad also.
I’ve been saying this for a while.
Your feelings are hurt? By that? But I haven’t gotten to the funny part yet.
“Permissible jokes have become so circumscribed that those permitted really are not funny. Humor approved by the Soviet Board of Censors falls flat.”
Sorta like the cartoons in The New Yorker of late. They were once the highlight of the magazine; now they are indecipherable, to me at any rate.
The meme lives! I made that about 10 years ago, back when Sandra Fluke was still a going concern.
This reminds me of an interview that Atlantic writer Emma Green conducted with Kyle Mann the editor-in-chief of the Babylon Bee. The interview started out with Green demanding:
“You guys wrote an article in January 2020 that was shared roughly 3 million times, claiming that Democrats called for the American flag to be flown at half-staff when the Iranian general Qasem Soleimani was killed in an American strike. What makes this funny?”
For the next 15 minutes (or longer) Mann tried to explain the joke to Green with no success. Finally, he threw up his hands and told her that if she really didn’t get the joke, he couldn’t help her.
Progressives, Woke; call them what you will. These people are Jacobins and Jacobins are totally humorless.
I would argue that this generation is the first that has been so bereft of a sense of humor. Even in the 60s and 70s, people, of both sides of the argument, could laugh at satire directed against LBJ and Nixon.
When I listen to some of these Woke characters, I am reminded of Gletkin in Darkness at Noon. And, it seems to me that these humorless little tyrants are multiplying.
Ah Geez, thanks so much for reminding us of Sandra Fluke. I had almost forgotten the name. I can still remember the seriousness in Obama’s voice when he asked her how she was “holding up”.
Yeah. I was looking for someone who perfectly encapsulated “humorless scold.” She was it. She had a nerve expecting me to pay for her recreational equipment through my taxes.
Well, according to Planned Parenthood the cost of The Pill is “somewhere” between $0 and $50 per month. OMG! How could she afford it?
Of all the things I had to worry about back then, whether or not Sandra got laid was not one of them.
I didn’t realize that was you cool.
Depends on where. Here in the US? Probably. But the humorless generations have been in Russia and France and many other places in the past.
I can’t deny that the woke are humorless, and I enjoy laughing at their antics. At the same time, the impact that they’re having on our society can really be a downer for me. When we all have to bow down to the people who are the most confused among us, I don’t find it funny.
Stop bowing before them. They are false idols.
Exactly, and I’m not. By “we” I mean every institution that has given our society shape in my lifetime. And I have a friend who works in HR at Disney. It’s dispiriting, to say the least, to hear him recount how causally he abandons any respect for reality in order to accommodate “diverse” individuals.
My record is eight miles. With a just-fractured forearm, and the bones grinding together with every bump in six miles of gravel road.
And as my kids are apt to add, “Up hill both ways, through the snow.”
Which is all because we don’t laugh at them enough.
You didn’t build that. Somebody else made that happen.
Every group has bullies. It’s when a group becomes dominant that its bullies become enemies to freedom. But there’s just something so off-putting about getting chastised by people who have pink-colored hair. I have to wonder, would the same people who get liberal arts degrees and Twitter accounts nowadays have been the same one to scream for witch burnings way back when?
Almost certainly. They are conforming non-conformists. They want to be thought of as unique, but in a safe conforming way. In Orwell’s 1984 they would have been the ones shouting loudest at the two-minute hate and in Salem they would have been the first to call for burning witches, lest someone call for them to be burned.
Perfect.
This gives me a chance to share a thought I had at the time, but never posted:
Republicans lie awake at night terrified that Iran might get the bomb. Democrats lie awake terrified that Sandra Fluke might have to pay for her own birth control.