I had a show Friday night and it went well, considering I took a back way and got stuck for nearly 40 minutes for the Bowman fair. 40 minutes, staring at my steering wheel hoping against hope that these dumb hillbilly rugrats grabbed all the caramels and mints from the back of the fire truck and got the hell out of my way before I could no longer control the urge to mash the accelerator and ruin the day for the town of 22 people.
After the show, I was selling t-shirts and a rather old woman came up to me. “You’re good, but you need to drop the joke about the retarded kid.” I don’t do any jokes about retarded kids, but I relay a true story about an older mentally challenged man that shook his enormous penis at me. “Yes, well that cut to my heart. I have a retarded kid.” I was volunteering at a field day for the mentally handicapped. That’s not offensive, the joke is about how they don’t care if you use the word retarded…which you are tossing around liberally. I think retarded people are great. They’re always happy and nothing gets them down. “Well, you need to drop that.” I was very gracious, but as she walked away, I got madder than a nest of hornets.
One, you didn’t even listen to the joke. If you did, you know I’m complaining about you and your PC ilk. Plus, I said retarded is not an offensive term – you must agree, b/c you called your kid retarded on multiple occassions. Second, when you said “retarded kid” you made it about YOU! I never mentioned a retarded kid, but YOU threw yourself into my joke, you selfish ass. Are you ashamed of your kid? Regretful? That offends me, you needy leech. Third, I once had a guy with a retarded brother tell me that joke made him cry laughing, b/c his brother used to pull his wang out all the time. Well, sir, you are insensitive. This lady in Southern Ohio is offended, so we ALL need to be offended. Fourth, I CLOSED WITH A JOKE ABOUT SEXUAL ASSAULT. This didn’t bother you, but me telling a whimsy about a middle aged man shaking his mule in broad daylight, well, I better keep that to myself. What could possibly be funny about that?
In summation, joke Nazi, I didn’t go to a human zoo and poke the mentally disabled with sticks. I was volunteering (that means free community service) and helping the lugs when most people fire up Two and Half Men reruns. Something funny happened. You should be proud that you raised a challenging, but loving kid. You should be able to laugh that they are different from you and me. If you don’t like the joke, fine. Don’t you dare make it about you. I would be downright offended.
They have a human zoo with mentally challenged people? Sweeeeet…or were you referring to those kids that used to howl while washing the lunch tables and stuff back in grade school..?
You nailed it when you said “She made it about her”. She probably has made the kid’s entire existence about being ‘retarded’…singularly. Fuck her – in truth, she knows less than her kid about life.