One hundred and thirty-five years ago people took life serious, and now they’re all dead. A lot of good it did them.

Let’s ban humor, make it illegal, put comics in jail, and then make joy, happiness, pleasure and having fun, felonies. Let’s punish happy people. And, anyone who can be at peace bobbing in troubled waters, we’ll torture them. AND NO MORE HAPPY MEALS. And let’s cancel Christmas.

If you smile, you’ll get a warning. If you laugh, you get a citation. If you belly-laugh you go to jail. Enough with fun already.

If you can droop-slouch through the valley of the shadow of death, you’re good to go, but if you walk, skip, hop-scotch and jump clicking your heals, you’re a sicko.

People diagnosed with symptoms of enthusiasm, who look on the bright side of life, who are light-hearted, cheerful, positive and upbeat are mentally ill. They have Social Disease, are deranged, and should be beaten up and locked down.

Happy people are ruining the world. Have you ever entered a room full of happy people. My God, it’s horrible. They’re having fun. Where’s a cop when you need one.

Sure, the world is going to hell in a handbasket, and the basket is being lugged by miserable people. It isn’t fair. How come happy people never have to lug the damn thing.

There aren’t enough serious people taking life seriously and that’s why the world is turning to schit. If people were more serious, educated and awake to reality, they could spend their eighty years on earth fighting people who want to enslave them. They could go to meetings, talk about serious things, debate, argue and nominate serious people to serious positions of power and get them elected so that within a short time they can become the slavers of the very masses who elected them. It’s a really profitable way to spend your life. And you’ll be a serious hero.

Being around serious people is a drag because they take themselves so seriously while taking everything and everyone else even more seriously. They have a serious problem, of course, because there are no problems that are not serious.

Everyone’s down on the clowns for clowning around during serious times. The clowns are the only ones who understand reality, and inwardly, they’re laughing (because to laugh outwardly would get them killed by the seriously demented serious people).

If you think life isn’t a joke, you weren’t there during the punch line. And if you take life seriously, you are the joke (though no one in their right mind would tell you that unless they like hate-emails, retribution and getting attacked with a pitch forks by the unwashed masses near a castle late at night during a Frankenstein lightening storm).

The point is: Your religious, cultural and political programming is killing your joy, peace, happiness and pleasure, that is, if you take this reality seriously serious, and your pucker is probably too tight, “There will be no farting around here!
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UPTIGHT people tend do explode.
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I wrote this for my entertainment.
Please don't wear the shoe if it doesn't fit.
But if it does, hopefully it's not a tight fit and loosening the laces will help. nem