BETTER FOR YOU, BETTER FOR ME

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I truly enjoyed writing about my cell phone being better than yours because I expressed my anger at what I then considered to be the stupid, self-indulgence of this current generation.  On second thought it is the way  it is because it has been victimized by its elders who are far too traumatized by their own fears of everything and everybody they are told to be afraid of that they have failed to educate and discipline their children.

Anger is pleasurable; it has the same urgency as orgasm. Ridiculing the deplorable legacy bestowed upon the current generation whose only remedy for the egregious stupidity of our time that surrounds them is to escape into an artificial world allowed me to bash them without physically doing so – not that I could even if I wanted to – I was never very good at that.  I never could get my black belt; I was so lousy I couldn’t even kick my own ass. That’s okay.  I don’t have to; there are plenty out there who can – and in here, too, if I allow myself to be angry at myself.  My experience of myself has shown me that is not healthy. Better to be angry at others – it’s more pleasurable. So, I did not have to storm the capitol, mass shoot people in a mall, scream at the President during his State of the Union speech – I could release my anger by satirizing them and, by extension, the world they – and I – live in.

In writing the satire, I learned the actual truth of the academic premise that comedy comes from anger, that it illuminates the despairing condition not with a tear but a laugh that resonates far beyond the  fist, the gun, or the violence of the mob, that its purpose is not to rage against the dying of the light but to provoke those who attempt to do so – that there is no better provocation than a laugh.

It is far more pleasurable to make others laugh at others at others’ expense.