I've always edited for content those things I've sent out into the world before. I may have not always edited or chosen as well as I could, but I've also set myself up as being better than I really am in real life.
I'm not nearly as soft spoken or as well thought out. There isn't much of a filter out with friends or even at work. Work is easy because we're all a bunch of losers on our way to hell anyway. Actually we're a fairly random sampling sort of place with too many people who are in bands. It'll be hell night at work if they all played a show together.
I also talk a lot at work, and probably you can't really imagine what a lot means in this little story, but it's a near constant aural barrage on my coworkers running the gamut from t.v. theme songs from my childhood to a constant dissing of any music playing that I don't like which is tempered by my witty way of sometimes singing with rather bawdy false lyrics replacing the actual ones. I also might sometimes be a little forward with some of the male servers.
In all these instances my desire is to amuse, to give a worthy laughing dialogue to a sometimes monotonous yet often horrific duty in our kitchen and dining areas. And as for being sometimes too friendly to the boys, I must say I think it's part of my job to let them actually know a homo and to be forced to deal with me on my terms so that they are nudged toward the realization that gay people are just as obnoxious and normal as they are and to get over any lingering nonsense.
I include nearly anyone in my joking and say things that are often over the line of decency, but my intent is never to hurt anyone, and when people realize that I'm really a decent guy they tend to cut me more slack than I deserve probably. On some level I like to make sure that as many people take the fall as I can possibly squeeze in. We all have some stereotype we can fit, and it's my job to remind everyone that it's only funny if anyone can fit into it. Or I'm just making that up to pump myself up.
So we finally get to the point of my meandering. Bob Vander Plaats runs a "family" group in Iowa that thinks that gay people are really not good at all. He's a far right social conservative that led a campaign to have judges removed from office because they voted to allow marriage equality in Iowa. He's on a mission from god to be as big a douche as he's capable of to gay people.
He was caught on video reacting to a joke that suggested that in Iowa one is unable to enjoy a cigarette but that loving gay couples are allowed to marry. I'm lifting the story from Box Turtle Bulletin, so click on their name for their take on the matter and more of the story plus links to why this guy Bob is an ass and why they hate the joke and his laughter. They also have video.
I don't get the joke at all. I'm not from Iowa, though I do have an aunt and uncle and possibly some cousins there. I met them once many years ago, and they seemed like decent people.
To be honest the actual joke goes as such, in Iowa you can't smoke a fag, but you can marry one. And perhaps my not being of Iowan heritage I'm unaware of some nuance that renders this joke unfunny to me. And that's why I hate it.
Oh, I also hate that the guy laughing at the joke isn't getting it either. I'm sure you can still smoke cigarettes in Iowa . . .
. . . unless the meaning of the joke is that it's unlawful to use a firearm to shoot a homosexual. That might be another nuance of the joke as "to smoke" is popular parlance for shooting someone or something with a firearm. That totally moves the joke along, because then you're suggesting that actually shooting someone for being gay is cleverly juxtaposed against basic human dignity and equality.
Wow, now I get why it's funny. Man do I feel silly.