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The Greatest Weapon Against The Tyranny Of "Very Serious People" - Laughter
From the last edition of Bill Buckler's "The Privateer"
On A More Personal Note
So, here we are on the last page of the last issue of The Privateer. My wife Cathy and I have had mixed feelings about getting to this point. On the one hand, it couldn’t come fast enough. On the other, there were times when we didn’t want it to come at all. But there are many ways to skin a cat and the particular one we have chosen over the last three decades has outlived its usefulness. It was and is time for a change.
It is easy to get downhearted about the bullheaded stupidity of those who rule our world. It is just as easy to get morose when confronted with the fact that most of those around us seem to have bought the line that any genuine change for the better is politically (or financially, take your pick) impossible. Our particular antidote has always been laughter - which really is the best medicine. We have had countless “rolling on the floor” exercises over the years when contemplating the sheer idiocy of it all. No matter what the state of the world may be, each of us gets to pick those aspects of it which we deem genuinely IMPORTANT. The rest are not worthy of our serious consideration - but they ARE worthy of our derision.
Never forget, the “achilles heel” of anyone who’s driving aim in life is to CONTROL the lives of other people is his or her aching need to be taken “seriously”. No tyrant on any level can handle derision, it deflates them utterly by reducing their stature to its proper level in a way which they cannot escape. Imagine if they held an election and everybody laughed - and then went on about their IMPORTANT business.
In essence, the people who matter in the world are fully confident that they have earned the status of adult human beings and get exasperated with those who insist on treating them as children. There are times when this tiresome tendency can grate very sharply. But most of the time, it really is screamingly funny and really should be treated as such. As Soviet dissenter Vladimir Bukovsky pointed out in his wonderful autobiography - To Build A Castle - one of the most potent weapons wielded by all those who stood up against the tyranny which surrounded them was the political joke. It won a great victory in the end.
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I laugh at people who refuse to believe our filthy, criminal Federal government isn't going down in flames soon.
It's just a matter of how and when.
I just hope it's the most peaceful solution:
A constituional convention to dissove the federal government or completely overhaul the federal government's powers and laws, as well making Treasury-Issued currency the only legal tender, excluding the federal reserve notes.
Not likely to happen, but always possible given sufficent will of the state goverments.
So this is why societey is the way it is because the ones in power are ignorant, jealous, angry, egostistical. Anyone that is not as "good" as them, are not worthy to live on the same planet as them
It's hard to laugh when you have a bayonnet shoved up your ass.
Unless the army changes sides or stops taking sides, change will be difficult or impossible. We can however all laugh in the knowledge that death will cure all egos and egomaniacs eventually.
Life is a joke when you think of it. We take ourselves and life far too seriously at times and this burning need to be "right" at all costs is ludricous.
Bottom line is we are born, if lucky we procreate and then we kick the bucket.
Everything that happens in between happens. We just roll on.
My macabre sense of humour has been necessary to use so much that it is pretty well worn out.
Brown persuaded voters in November to impose the highest statewide sales tax in the U.S., at 7.5 percent, and to boost levies on annual income starting at $250,000 -- reaching 13.3 percent on those making $1 million or more, the nation’s highest rate. Those increases were calculated into the governor’s forecast.
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2013-04-29/california-schools-win-as-taxes...
Eat it, surfers !
Coming soon to California - a 163,696 square mile Detroit.
Why so serious?
What we need is more serious people and less funny dimwits in office. Cracking 'gotcha' jokes is a great way to be popular in high school, but the morons who tune in nightly to comedy central for news are seriously influencing policy now with voting.
Me thinks they find themselves 'funny' in the absense of humor?
The 'Joke' aint't over.
Heee-Haa.
"he who laughs last laughs best"
Waiting.
Laughter and ridicule do not stop an enemy that is already employing arms against Americans. Only an arsenal and the will to use it can. hujel
What happens is, I believe, that laughing stock (the people being laughed at) are unpopular to associate with via friends/business because they fear it will "rub off on them."
When several billion people despise you, it becomes fashionable to join the majority or become despised.
This is why media has been taken over. Controlling popular public opinion is so important that they did this first. The internet trolling is quite obvious as well. Swaying popular opinion to hate Procter and Gamble due to a rumor of "witch craft" caused great harm to the company as boycott took place. Rumor was never substantiated but it was enough.
You cannot eat food served to you when you walk into a restaurant and are known to have been a reason for the agony of so many innocent people. Self imposed exile has already taken place. T
In Washington, D.C. an old priest lay dying in the hospital. For years he had faithfully served the people of the nation's capital and was well known among the elected officials. He motioned for his nurse to come near.
"Yes, Father?" said the nurse.
"I would really like to see President Obama and Senator Reid before I die," whispered the priest.
"I'll see what I can do, Father", replied the nurse.
The nurse sent the request to The President and Congress and waited for a response.
Soon the word arrived; President Obama and Harry Reid would be delighted to visit the priest.
As they went to the hospital, Obama commented to Reid, "I don't know why the old priest wants to see us, but it will certainly help our images."
Reid agreed that it was a good thing.
When they arrived at the priest's room, the priest took Obama's hand in his right hand and Reid's hand in his left hand. There was silence and a look of serenity on the old priest's face. Finally President Obama spoke. "Father, of all the people you could have chosen, why did you choose us to be with you as you near the end?"
The old priest slowly replied, "I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ."
"Amen", said Obama.
"Amen", said Reid.
The old priest continued, "Jesus died between two lying thieves; I would like to do the same."
Ya know what Tyler??
I'm not 'Gay'.
If I was though I would definitely want to fuck you-:)
That is why they want to curb humour with political correctness and laws against blasphemy and such. In order to protect people's 'sensitivities' lawmakers want to curb freedom of speech and expression (see islamic cartoon issue).
Well, fuck them and their sensitivities. In ex-Jugoslavia they say that things went wrong when out of political correctness people could not make jokes anymore about ethnicities and religion. All because of 'brotherhood and unity'. Things then became a pressure cooker and we all know what that does.
Blows up in Boston?
Listen to the well masked luchadors on this thread...
I hear:
Escucha! The time to have laughed was along time ago.
Your giggles and ridicules are shallow pats to your back, empty kisses to the lover who is now betraying you, denial wrapped up in shaking bravado.
Ahora, the top luchadors will get the last laugh.
Not a one of you, grande n pequeno, all reflections of myself, dressed in different head masks, not even the one's I've paid to be here on this blog being paid in freshly printed fiat will be sporting their crooked smiles, soon.
Comprende, the system is NOT a person, is not a sociopath, and is not a government. Paisanos, these are only tools to reach an end. Si, a higher, less ridiculous tasting consciousness has made itself known. Todos personas aqui knows this down deep.
P.S. The only thing that has made me look inward esta cuando me ninos have told a joke that reveals the hole in the crotch of my on-stage fighting leotards. The heckling of strangers has done nothing for them except to get their face bloody.
To fight amigos, you must know who you are fighting.
You fight the opponent in the ring, not ever noticing why you're in the ring in the first place.
Levantarse me estudiates! Come with me. You can be like we once were.
Together, we can boot stomp all others. Stop pretending you are not luchadors. We have booty to steal, souls to create, and a new y improved saviour to introduce to the world.
Viva El Luchador!
www.askcumba.com
indeed.
The real fight starts when you stop and refuse paying taxes
Lol...
http://www.activistpost.com/2013/04/the-worldwide-church-of-evening-news...
Actually, the answer is: It depends. "Know your audience", isn't just the first rule in public speaking, but also in private speaking.
You first need to determine where you stand on the power ladder, relative to the other party. After that, you need to know something about their culture and customs. All else -- including humor -- follows.
Here all week. Try the salad.
Hey, if you can't take a joke, don't be a joke...
http://4umi.com/nietzsche/zarathustra/55
55. The Spirit of Gravity 1.My mouthpiece—is of the people: too coarsely and cordially do I talk for Angora rabbits. And still stranger soundeth my word unto all ink-fish and pen-foxes.
My hand—is a fool's hand: woe unto all tables and walls, and whatever hath room for fool's sketching, fool's scrawling!
My foot—is a horse-foot; therewith do I trample and trot over stick and stone, in the fields up and down, and am bedevilled with delight in all fast racing.
My stomach—is surely an eagle's stomach? For it preferreth lamb's flesh. Certainly it is a bird's stomach.
Nourished with innocent things, and with few, ready and impatient to fly, to fly away—that is now my nature: why should there not be something of bird-nature therein!
And especially that I am hostile to the spirit of gravity, that is bird-nature:—verily, deadly hostile, supremely hostile, originally hostile! Oh, whither hath my hostility not flown and misflown!
Thereof could I sing a song—and will sing it: though I be alone in an empty house, and must sing it to mine own ears.
Other singers are there, to be sure, to whom only the full house maketh the voice soft, the hand eloquent, the eye expressive, the heart wakeful:—those do I not resemble.-
2.He who one day teacheth men to fly will have shifted all landmarks; to him will all landmarks themselves fly into the air; the earth will he christen anew—as "the light body."
The ostrich runneth faster than the fastest horse, but it also thrusteth its head heavily into the heavy earth: thus is it with the man who cannot yet fly.
Heavy unto him are earth and life, and so willeth the spirit of gravity! But he who would become light, and be a bird, must love himself:—thus do I teach.
Not, to be sure, with the love of the side and infected, for with them stinketh even self-love!
One must learn to love oneself—thus do I teach—with a wholesome and healthy love: that one may endure to be with oneself, and not go roving about.
Such roving about christeneth itself "brotherly love"; with these words hath there hitherto been the best lying and dissembling, and especially by those who have been burdensome to every one.
And verily, it is no commandment for today and tomorrow to learn to love oneself. Rather is it of all arts the finest, subtlest, last and patientest.
For to its possessor is all possession well concealed, and of all treasure-pits one's own is last excavated—so causeth the spirit of gravity.
Almost in the cradle are we apportioned with heavy words and worths: "good" and "evil"—so calleth itself this dowry. For the sake of it we are forgiven for living.
And therefore suffereth one little children to come unto one, to forbid them betimes to love themselves—so causeth the spirit of gravity.
And we—we bear loyally what is apportioned unto us, on hard shoulders, over rugged mountains! And when we sweat, then do people say to us: "Yea, life is hard to bear!"
But man himself only is hard to bear! The reason thereof is that he carrieth too many extraneous things on his shoulders. Like the camel kneeleth he down, and letteth himself be well laden.
Especially the strong load-bearing man in whom reverence resideth. Too many extraneous heavy words and worths loadeth he upon himself- then seemeth life to him a desert!
And verily! Many a thing also that is our own is hard to bear! And many internal things in man are like the oyster—repulsive and slippery and hard to grasp;—
So that an elegant shell, with elegant adornment, must plead for them. But this art also must one learn: to have a shell, and a fine appearance, and sagacious blindness!
Again, it deceiveth about many things in man, that many a shell is poor and pitiable, and too much of a shell. Much concealed goodness and power is never dreamt of; the choicest dainties find no tasters!
Women know that, the choicest of them: a little fatter a little leaner—oh, how much fate is in so little!
Man is difficult to discover, and unto himself most difficult of all; often lieth the spirit concerning the soul. So causeth the spirit of gravity.
He, however, hath discovered himself who saith: This is my good and evil: therewith hath he silenced the mole and the dwarf, who say: "Good for all, evil for all."
Verily, neither do I like those who call everything good, and this world the best of all. Those do I call the all-satisfied.
All-satisfiedness, which knoweth how to taste everything,—that is not the best taste! I honour the refractory, fastidious tongues and stomachs, which have learned to say "I" and "Yea" and "Nay."
To chew and digest everything, however—that is the genuine swine-nature! Ever to say ye-a- that hath only the ass learned, and those like it!—
Deep yellow and hot red—so wanteth my taste—it mixeth blood with all colours. He, however, who whitewasheth his house, betrayeth unto me a whitewashed soul.
With mummies, some fall in love; others with phantoms: both alike hostile to all flesh and blood—oh, how repugnant are both to my taste! For I love blood.
And there will I not reside and abide where every one spitteth and speweth: that is now my taste,—rather would I live amongst thieves and perjurers. Nobody carrieth gold in his mouth.
Still more repugnant unto me, however, are all lick-spittles; and the most repugnant animal of man that I found, did I christen "parasite": it would not love, and would yet live by love.
Unhappy do I call all those who have only one choice: either to become evil beasts, or evil beast-tamers. Amongst such would I not build my tabernacle.
Unhappy do I also call those who have ever to wait,—they are repugnant to my taste—all the toll-gatherers and traders, and kings, and other landkeepers and shopkeepers.
Verily, I learned waiting also, and thoroughly so,—but only waiting for myself. And above all did I learn standing and walking and running and leaping and climbing and dancing.
This however is my teaching: he who wisheth one day to fly, must first learn standing and walking and running and climbing and dancing:—one doth not fly into flying!
With rope-ladders learned I to reach many a window, with nimble legs did I climb high masts: to sit on high masts of perception seemed to me no small bliss;—
—To flicker like small flames on high masts: a small light, certainly, but a great comfort to cast-away sailors and ship-wrecked ones!
By divers ways and wendings did I arrive at my truth; not by one ladder did I mount to the height where mine eye roveth into my remoteness.
And unwillingly only did I ask my way—that was always counter to my taste! Rather did I question and test the ways themselves.
A testing and a questioning hath been all my travelling:—and verily, one must also learn to answer such questioning! That, however,—is my taste:
—Neither a good nor a bad taste, but my taste, of which I have no longer either shame or secrecy.
"This—is now my way,—where is yours?" Thus did I answer those who asked me "the way." For the way—it doth not exist!
Thus spake Zarathustra.
Why would anyone want to try and take over this planet. Looking around it is clear that the Earth is a hell rather than heaven as it is full of suffering rather than happiness. So what our lords and masters have done is lie, kill and steal their way to control of hell. That does have a funny side to it!
I take it you're in Detroit? There are other places, you know!? Buy a map and start walking....
That was half way witty!
Less than 25% of Americans even voted for Obama. That's pretty fucking funny if you ask me!
Rough math:
315,761,000 people in America (217,000,000 over 18 years of age) 68% Eligible to Register to Vote
180,345,625 Total registered voters (36,654,375 Have not registered to vote / lazy fuckers)
52,367,861 Popular Vote Obama won (24.1% of eligible voters voted for Obama)(52367861/217m=.241)
Side note: only 17% of all Americans voted for Obama 52367861/315m=.1658)
Our Children are screwed and bankrupted and they don't even know it yet. I actually blame the last 4 presidents for this mess.
"I actually blame the last 4 presidents for this mess." if I were American I'd be blaming the last 8, and so include... Nixon
You would have to go back at least to Coolidge or perhaps even to Grover Cleveland to find the last decent president.
Eisenhower was the last real president. He also had the last audit of Fort Knox.
Nobody voted for Obama. They voted against Bush. In 2008 a stuffed dummy could have won as long as it was a Democrat.
even fewer voted fore Obama among the living
Man Obama's ears are huge! In fact, they are so big..... they could feed Mike Tyson for a month.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oShTJ90fC34
And we wonder why whole swathes of America, that you do not see on TV, but can see if you zoom in anwhere outside a major city using Google street view, is made up of miles and miles of trashy strip malls. You can see where the UK will be a decade from now, as our countryside is replaced by malls targeted at the trashy low lives that watch stuff like honey boo boo.
"The greatest weapon against tyranny is laughter." said the man without a gun.
This may be the worst thread I ever read.
well said sir!
ridicule is what Voltaire did to bring down the old system.
comedy consists of two components: ridicule and/or recognition.
Well we are half way there.....we have a dark joke as a president.
I see 4-year-olds going to great lengths to take a toy they don't even want from another kid just so they can feel satisfied; or trying to manipulate and control the most trivial social playtime situation.
Then I realize how petty the "grown-up" power-grabbers are.
Hey..........!
"Dad, whats the difference between slavery and capitalism? Well, son, in capitalism, the slaves have to take care of themselves......"
Ba bump bump
"Dad, whats the difference between a cult and a religion? About a 100 years, son, ask the Mormons."
Ba bump bump
I remember thinking it was odd when Pat Robertson said that god told him to run for President. God didn't tell me to vote for him.
Reminds me of this good joke:
Q: What happens when the Sahara turns communist?
A: Nothing for 20 years, then sand starts becoming rare/rationed.
"...the void it meets is also the nudity it espouses TO THE EXTENT THAT IT IS A MONSTER lightly assuming many crimes, and it is no longer, like the bull, the plaything of nothingness, because nothingness itself is its plaything; it only throws itself into nothingness in order to tear it apart and to illuminate the night for an instant, with an immense laugh..."
http://traumprojekt.org/content/labyrinth