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Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

When Humour Died

When Humour Died

If humour shouldn’t be offensive to anyone, what is left to laugh about? “Laughter is the best medicine,” so they say.
I am a musician, and I used to laugh when I saw a joke or cartoon aimed at “far out” musicians back in the day. Their attire was shabby and they all had goatees. They were real funny. I was real funny.
If I can’t laugh at that, it is too bad for me. I’m proud to be a musician, but it doesn’t bother me when someone pokes fun at what I am. Humour has to be offensive in order to be funny. It usually makes fun of stupid people doing stupid things. If you are worried about being too offensive to these people, you deprive yourself of your own enjoyment. If their spirit is free enough, they will laugh with you.
If someone gets offended by being the butt of jokes, his feelings are too sensitive. He doesn’t have enough confidence in himself and the way he is to not let offensive humour bother him. His emotional being is too immature. His spirit is not free enough to let him laugh at himself. He has to grow up and learn to live with humility.
Sensitivity has to be intense enough to be able to help you look at things in a more compassionate manner, but not too intense to weaken your spirit; that fortress built around the heart that promotes freedom and courage and that carefree feeling that needs to get out.
Laws that punish someone for being offensive to a person or group, interfere with humanity’s right to express themselves through humour, that wonderful exalting emotional outlet that makes life livable.
The day humour died was when jokes seized to be offensive to anyone evermore. Life is fun. Set yourself free and enjoy it.

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