From: Dale Houstman <dale.houst...@gte.net>
Subject: Re: White Salve Triad to be held at Dale's House??!?
Date: 1999/05/01
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The Queen of Cans and Jars wrote:

>
> Considering what an utterly humorless pedant you are, you're awfully
> amusing, Dale.

    Another dull variation (lacking any verbal wit) on the repetitive
regurgitations your crowd seems to throw up as if they were "humorous."
And yet, not one of you appears to know anything of humor beyond
what you might have heard on the radio drive-time show, or glimpsed
in a third-rate comic strip. You are always going on about "humo
and "jokes" as if you were somehow skilled in that arena. You are
like paralyzed clowns, bereft of your "big shoes" or "noise bladder"
and forced to entertain other paralyzed clowns. Your comedic
exemplars seem to be Benny Hill and some fellow in 8th grade
who drew funny pictures of "teach" on the bathroom walls.
You have come to equate "humor" with a certain brand of
loose-bowel coprolagnia, or piss jokes, or (maybe in your
wildest dreams) Don Rickles on a bad night in the Catskills.
Not one of you appears to know that humor and grace and
wit have a long written history, and are involved with verbal
manipulation of a high order, and social commentary beyond
your usual hilarious "get a life, mate" or empty non-sequitors.
Thinking strikes you as humorless, intelligence destroys your
fratmosphere of iunnuendo and mooning the dean. Very funny,
if you're a drunken mook on a mission. But your claim on humor
is tiny and fragile. You are slipping. Suddenly your keen comedy
mind spurts forth one "get a clue, cunt" or maybe that riveting
(and guffawful) "fuck you, limpdick" and your entire drunken
crew collapses in on itself, laughing to hide their self-loathing,
and chortling to hide their lack of verbal ability.

Oh, look Mom, the Circus is in town. I wanta go see
the Paralyzed Clowns...


DMH