moksha:
William Schryver wrote:
You know, Dan, I understand my morbid fascination with the goings on here in The Great and Spacious Trailer Park. I more or less grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and so I have a soft spot in my heart for snotty-nosed, shabby bastard children like Mr. Scratch and his cohorts here in the Circle Jerk Suite.
What's your excuse?
;-)
What is going on with posts like this? I know I don't like to be referred to like that. I wish people would take several deep breaths and maybe count to twenty before posting in piques of anger.
Anger? Hardly. How and why you have mistaken derision for anger is a mystery to me. As for your objection that “I don’t like to be referred to like that” – well, if the single-wide fits …
CK:
I know you have an uncouth sense of humor, and in your mind this is all in good fun.
Did I come across as trying to be funny? I meant to be taken quite seriously.
But don't forget there are real people on the other end of your Internet connection.
You mean like “Mr. Scratch”, “beastlie”, “Gadianton”, “antishock8”, etc.? Each and every one a willing and enthusiastic participant in the CJS.
Also don't forget that using terms referring to one's disabilities, sexual orientation …
I’ll worry about that when I’ve first done such a thing. Until then, my conscience remains clear.
… social class or legitimacy of parentage as insulting epithets necessarily implies a devaluing of persons to whom those terms actually do apply.
Well … again, if the single-wide fits …
And finally, don't forget that if a joke wasn't very funny the first time, it probably won't be any funnier the second, third, fourth, or twenty-fifth time around...
Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure. In fact, as a recent example, my friend Lou Midgley laughed quite profusely when I informed him of how
he was being served at “The Great and Spacious Trailer Park™.” He seems to have considered that appellation both humorous and apropos.
Naturally, no one wants to be called a snotty-nosed shabby bastard child to his/her own face. That’s why I do it via message board. But if it’s any consolation, I would also do it in person in the case of the inimitable Mr. Scratch, even now feverishly typing away on his laptop while nestled into the sagging, cigarette-burned virtual sofa in his single-wide living room; beer cans stacked to the ceiling, ash trays on the floor …
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And now that I’ve made my meaning clearer, I will turn out the lights, close the door, and leave you all to your revels …