Fire and Brimstone | Musings about Humor

Laughter ... . There's this odd thing about it ... - which is that rather often it's kind of a group thing. Sure, contagious laughter is a thing, but it's more about humor; That a 'sense' for it is ... it's kind of subjective. Very early in my life I've noticed it; That ... rather often laughter is used as a way to gang up on someone. Like ... it's demeaning; Insistent on a strong position - and then projects itself as being somewhat superior. And so the "quest for humor" was on, I suppose. I'm always a bit curious ... when it comes to that. To wonder: Is there humor that works differently? And yea, sure enough. That's why I'm such a fan of Married with Children.

Yea, on the surface it's "a fat woman came into the shoestore today" and "Al stinks" - but that's humor for the braindead. Sure, there's a joke in there and You can chuckle about it; And You got to respect that they make fun of everyone. I mean, the only "type" that isn't made fun of is the most narrow, boneheaded version of a man You can imagine - which is a joke in and of itself. If You watch it, actively, You'll note that "fat woman" jokes are taking the backseat for the most part. But then there's ... really smart humor. There's that episode where Marcy starts dreaming about Al ... and at some point Steve bursts into the Bundy home and shouts "Al! I'm Horny!". That part cracked me up so good ... .
But yea. Another banger is the one where Steve sells Marcy's Barbie; But there again ... it's a "Kelly is Dumb" episode, basically ... "say, if I get an A, can I get a car?" - "Any kind You want sweetheart!" ... but it's still like ... just slipped in, to send off the episode. But I suppose I have to be careful; Because it seems like not a lot of smart people are checking in here.

But so, I've also been wondering ... what would it look like if ... we; The Christians; The Heavenly ones; Who ordinarily are the joke; Were the ones laughing. Or more to the point; What's the stuff we'd be laughing about? So, the thing where people point fingers at others and are like "Haha, she's so [whatever]!" - or whatever. And yea, I guess ... I can see how that's a bit of a morbid curiosity. I mean, we're not supposed to think about how to laugh about others; We're supposed to bring them in. "Hahaha! Yea right!".

That's a good one!

I mean, sure we are - but experience tells a different story. And God, that's for sure, has a weird sense of humor. You may have heard of slow starters ... the subtle joke that ... gets funnier the longer You dwell on it.
Sure, You might have to suffer for centuries, decade by decade ... to get there - but that's not part of the joke anyway. That's part of trying to make up for it. We're not heartless monsters after all. But eventually there has to be SOME kind of payoff to the whole thing.

And I don't mind playing the Peg or Kelly part either. I mean sure; I was born male and haven't got laid - so, I've got the Bud part booked and paid for ... it's like tatooed onto my forehead. And I'm into women; So ... when boobs ... brain [gone into plaid] - but to make a smart joke You have to take our Lore into account and then the worse it gets is Peg or Kelly. So ... turning You into the Bud end of the joke.

And it's kind of funny how every "pretty woman" wants to be me. I can feel the envy; It's like ... in my skin. SNAP. Inside joke!

But here things tend to get ... dirty. I mean - in the real world where the joke is made and now those that got clowned on try to unclown themselves and ... Fire and Brimstone is effectively all we ever hear about. And there I was thinking that we're the ones that got nothing else to say for themselves!


But ah yea, the Sex and the Sexy. That's another kind of "stand off" in this whole thing, isn't it? If things could be simple and people were reasonable - then sure, women would go where the good guys are. You know! The ones they keep dreaming about; Not the ones they keep ending up with!

So, at that point it'd be easy to fill a stage with hot women and say: Yea - talking about Paradise!

But however You wanna flip the stick, we're God's creation after all. The good, the bad and the ugly. And plastic surgery is a thing by God's graces too! I mean, reality is a lot more rich than fits into the mortal coil - that's pretty much our whole shtick. But yea, there we go again, speaking of what lies beyond ...

But sure. I mean, I'm a little disappointed in the functionality of mine ... so I need the dream to compensate for it.

Something similar can be said about God/Jesus. I mean, for the most part he's this skinny guy hanging on the cross; Here and there You get the good sides of him, Thumbs Up - with a smile; But in a Man off ... pointing towards those mortal fictions/misrepresentations of the divine isn't gonna save You!

Just to be real! Sure - we're speaking of a man that's not here; Like Zeus; But ... when talking about Stallions and Steam Locomotives for instance ... HE is them; All of them ... at once. It's just a matter of the fact.

But yea, subtlety. It's weird because we'd have to hint at something where the rest is left to Your imagination - so, it's also kind of ... pointless to try. More to the point would we be curious about what Gnostic Porn looks like compared to Heathen Porn ... or worse. But that also isn't quite right.

I mean, take any porn and think of it as 'Gnostic' - and wonder how that makes You feel. Then think of it as heathen and wonder how that makes You feel - and then maybe think of it as Antichristian and wonder how that makes You feel. It's ... a joke.

Like the whole rape argument. I mean, while You're still arguing about what we can and cannot be doing in Heaven; I'm getting railed by a horde of demons. What do I care?
At long last I'm there to be drilled to give myself freely - so, what's the diff?

But talking of it ... after watching Altered Carbon ... I was having quite a few nights of fun with the idea. And it's odd to think that You too have to be fantasizing about it; But while You're fantasizing about getting filthy rich so You can stick it to the poor guy while indulging in all the fun stuff ... we're fantasizing about building a culture around it. So ... who's the sucker in that scenario?


Yea, this is boring!


It's like ... dunking on the mentally challenged.
So, You listen to Your God's "No! It's about REAL Sensuality" speech ... and then we wait for what he'll deliver; For what You'll be getting. And meanwhile I suppose I can get into a skimpy white dress, sit on a cloud and play the Harp.

But I'll admit. It's like when Q is upset about Q, telling him: "Do not provoke the Borg!". They're kind of like that. I wonder ... could Peg Janeway be the silver Bullet after all?

On the other hand; You won't believe the shit that dear Jesus is pulling on me sometimes. And always at the most inappropriate moment. I'd be sitting there, contemplating; With Sex being the furthest thing on my mind and all of a sudden he's there pulling out his oak - and my brain is like [buffering]. How am I to react to that?

But yea, when HE lay on top of me it's like a soft summer breeze flowing through my body ... massaging my insides, softening every tension but the mounting curiosity for more.
HE can do that. HE's kind of incorporeal for the most part.
But that also means - in good old Bundy fashion - that I have to do all the work myself.


Yea, self-deprecating humor is kind of universal I suppose.

But then there's the wicked. I suppose their life is kind of pathetic. I mean, on the one hand ... their whole life revolves around envy for the divine. It's all built on the matters of scarcity; The limits and boundaries of the physical world; And rising to the top within those confines. Subsequently the best of the best is THE top commodity; Outside of the debaucheries of an utter lack of morality; But it can't get any better than that. That realization then eventually turns into some kind of ... twisted grumpiness ... to then seek retribution for this lacking within the confines of the mortal planes. So, to be sure to mention it: It's not one sided - it's a mix of the two. Envy ... and compensating for the lack. So, being parasites on the one hand - because all the good stuff "has to be" theirs ... and trying to do art on their own - because they have to compensate for the achievements of others.

So, it is now written "to not Provoke the Borg" - but it's also written that I may walk through the fire - and so I ... guess I'm more unhinged than may be good for me. You can see the comparison right there. They assimilate and ... to properly judge their art I'd need to have a labeled portfolio; Which I assume we won't get anytime soon.
If I had to guess; And I'm not too too good at that; I'd say that their fascination with AI generated images is that AI is kind of good at doing the noisy detail squiggly stuff. So, speaking of tiers of decoration ... there's the lowest tier which is simple lines ... and then there's the highest tier which is plenty of lines; Preferrably all of them with meaning and purpose. So, looking at the Roman Catholic taste ... it's all stolen of course. And very blunt. Mostly a statement of "because I can" than ... a sense of aesthetics. TO say, yea, aesthetics are for the poor man. Preying on envy is for the rich.
And for that reason I suppose there's little to say about architecture. At this point in time there sure isn't much to speak of when it comes to our concept of self-indulgent architecture; But at the end of the I guess it boils down to the amount of terraces, outlooks and lofty vaults You can squeeze into a shape. So, whatever. I wrote myself into a dead end here ... .

Well. I suppose one thing that the wicked have going for them are these "You can't go here" places. Our counterpart to that would be crowded "this is for everyone" places. Except ... God kind of invented the "You can't go here" place ... so ... hmm ... . Not sure what I meant to get at here.

Anyway. In a way it comes as a way of divine pride to only poop out crappy examples of the divine; Because that way "the Borg" don't get to assimilate the good stuff.

And it is ... I might have to stress ... foretold that the beast will win against the saints - so, that's not some brazen defiance of the divine will. It's just ... way too predictable.

But sure. So do I naturally feel like every bit of pride and creative output is being stripped from me. But then they're too proud to admit it - so ... it's a Lose Lose - in a way ... which is the name of the game when dealing with them I reckon. Hmm ... what did I want to get at? Hmm ... the wicked are pathetic ... ......

I need a smoke ...

Ah yea, I wanted to establish this idea of how they're primitive - to say that their resistence to spiritual growth locks them into this most nether of senses of humor. And sure, if it works for them, it works for them - and anything more high concept is lost of them. No argument there! And that's why it's also kind of pointless to compete. Best I can do is highlight this to those still capable of some form of thought that might defy the odds.

So the practical point is to say that ... indulging in spiritual growth is not antithetical to humor. It merely changes the nuances of it. And that doesn't mean that humor is getting so obscure that only God could tell a joke. Though God poking in to tell one is something that does come as a part of the journey. The point is that ... it's not all that lofty. We're not all art-decor fancy pance yuppie shmucks ... it's just that as the mind expands there's a broader range of taste buds that can be serviced. We still understand blunt. I mean, if I'm anything to go by, You should know that.

But wicked humor is like a vacuum. It's - from my perspective - almost(?) painfully desperate - like, You have to force Yourself to laugh about the dumbest shit ever; And if You don't You'd probably get red flagged. "Have fun!".


Anyway. They don't like being called pathetic. Which is the next pathetic part about it. Because ... ordinarily You'd do some introspection and try to grow beyond Your pittiful state. But for them to do that, that would mean to accept that they're pathetic. But being pathetic is kind of ... their whole thing. So, however they want to go about it, they end up doubling down on it. Possibly with more or less obvious threats of violence.

Sure, at the end of the day, when You get the worse of them, the joke's back on You - I suppose. I however am already used to their ... dare I say ... 'impotent yapping' - it's really just annoying.

Sure, I have plot armor - I can say it that way. But like so, the Plot Armor is a thing ... and they can't break it ... which ... is my point here. Everything other than "showing me" is an excuse ... and ... that's the short of the long of it.


So, all they can do is stand there and try to get You to laugh about me - which is probably everything from silly to disrespectful. What I can do is try to expand my surface area so that eventually they'll hurt You in an attempt at poking fun at me. I mean, hoping that stupidity can in fact inflict pain.

The sad reality however is ... that ... cognitive dissonance is a thing. Which is more like saying: Intelligence is the thing that can inflict pain. It's all relative however.


Soo ... OK. With all that being said ... I'm too tired now to turn this around into what I actually had on mind. It's also kindof become its own thing, so, it'd be weird to not leave it at that.
... hmmm ...

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