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“That was tasteless!
“Phaedrus, I often find myself agreeing with your take on things.”
“Wow. I'm really shocked, Pemsit. Not that I found the other jokes humorous but that robot joke was deplorable.”
“Oh come on! They all were awful. It's just not quite as un-pc to make fun of midgets and those with speech problems as compared to a person's color. Why not make jokes about kids with birth defects and deaf people?”
“I disagree completely. It is quite as un-PC to talk about any of the things you discussed as it is to talk about color. This isn't about PC. That's a general and outdated label used by people who don't want to be bothered to think about what they're saying before they say it. If I speak in racist rhetoric, and label anything else "PC", I no longer have to feel guilty about thinking in racist terms. It's a cop out.
Talk about it. Think about it. I'm all for it. When you make a statement that I find offensive, I'll tell you. If it's ridiculously offensive like the joke above, I'll let you know in a more exaggerated manner.
Even if I'm in a minority on this, I'll still slap the face of a casual racist if for nothing else other than to wake him up to the world he lives in. The last thing I will do is sit and accept racism as humorous. If that offends you, I'm actually glad: I like to know what I'm up against.”
The racism that hurts the most is the silent racism..
I've often heard black people say at least in the south, you know people are racist and you expect it..
Up north, you never know who the racists are and that by far, silent racism is more damaging and hurtful.
I agree the joke was in poor taste, but that is what the first ammendment is all about.
Otherwise, we wouldn't have the right to complain about the bad joke - or anything else we find offensive - now would we?
“I gotta tell ya, still one of my favorite short jokes is...A priest, a rabbi and a mulah walk into a bar. The bar tender says, "What the hell is this, some kind of joke?".
Anyone hear about the new Ken Griffy Jr. Mastercard? Yeah, it's only good in Seatle!”
“Good one Nigal...and repeat-able, too!”
If a racist is silent, he is no more or less a racist than an outspoken racist. That's never been my concern.
Casual racism would be what I see as the most damaging form of racism. When people think it's okay to do it, that's when it begins to affect people's behavior toward others. When it's funny, it can't be harmful, right?
The first amendment is irrelevant to the argument. Yes he has the right to say it. Yes I have the right to tell him he's an idiot. It's all about where the listener falls.
As for above, repeat any joke you want. They all say something about you, though. I hope you consider that. Pemsit, apparently, didn't.”
“I agree with your perspectve, but that is the cool thing about TT. We often rave on here about what is posted and the appropriateness of it all.
I guess that's what keeps me interested, knowing that it is a liberal forum for almost any sort of discussion., backpacking or otherwise.
Yes, I also think that the type of jokes you tell or condone say alot about you as a person, but I don't think Pemsit meant it that way.
Folks do make opinions of you based on what you post here, especially well before they actually meet you.
Someone once told me "Perception is reality" How true - if people perceive you a certain way based on how you act/post, it becomes difficult to change those perceptions later on.
I admire you fortitude.”
“I admit that Sassafras has a point about some of the other jokes... and I find myself regretting posting the midget joke, partly because it did blur the line. The fact that my post preceded the robot caddy "joke" left me feeling a bit embarassed and equivocal in responding to it.
Nonetheless, the core notion of the robot golf joke was that blackness is inherently corrupting. Thats what put it beyond the pale for me.
I am not arguing that no one has the "right" to ever tell such a joke. I do believe that the joke wsa offensive, disgusting, destructive, racist and unfunny and feel I have the right and obligation to say so. I am not saying that any of those adjectives apply to the poster, only to the post. I've had my own lapses in judgement and some of them have involved posts on TT.”
“The difference between making fun of an imagined midget with a speech impediment (both elements necessary to the joke, by the way), and putting forth racist stereotypes as funny and acceptable is enormous. I have reservations about buying too much into the whole touchy-feely "no one should be made fun of" philospophy that has become prevalent on college campuses (I know you're up to your ears in it right now, Ped). The place where I have to draw the line is when a group that has been institutionally denied rights in the U.S. is singled out as being criminal, lazy, or government-dependent as in the joke above. It's a remnant of a culture of hate that no longer has a place in society; or a the very least in my company.
I don't think your joke blurred that line at all. People have different opinions, but I think about mine. I wish everyone would.”
“Okay Phaedrus....no more Itallian jokes, Irish jokes, Catholic, Jewish or handicapped (speech impediment or dwarf) jokes then. All of those groups have suffered as a collective group in THIS country at one time or another.
I agree whole heartedly that pemsit's joke was terrible. I just find it interesting that it's considered more awful than the others.”
“Yeah, Sass, it's a matter of degree. I'm definitely guilty of making fun of certain stereotypes at times, but where I draw the line has been pretty clearly spelled out above.
Again, the difference in the jokes above is obvious to me, but it's an opinion. The line may not be clear to everyone.
And I don't agree that each of the groups you listed have had the same degree of oppression in this country.”
“I'm simply in an argumentation mood. I'll let it go now =).”
“I agree whole heartedly that pemsit's joke was terrible. I just find it interesting that it's considered more awful than the others."
I tend to agree whole heartedly with Sass. There are no degrees to racism. To say that there is would imply that there is "good" racism and "bad" racism. Or perhaps "bad" racism and "not so bad" racism.
Any racist statement or action is a bad thing and I do not believe it can be quantified. However, the imflammatory effect is heightened through the nature of the statement and/or act.
The joke was deplorable and reflects upon the character of the one making the post. I do find that it was highly caustic and as such caused a higher degree of reaction. IMHO.”
“Personally I found the midget joke head and shoulders above the black joke in terms of being offended. First off, it just falls short of being funny.
Now for a rousing game of YOU MAKE THE PUNCH LINE!
Three klansmen walk into an NBA game in Detriot...”
“Chili, Sass was referring to the other jokes above. Those were not racist.
I agree with everything you posted.”
“Jeez, Nigal, what a response.”
“I think silent racism is a wonderful thing (relatively speaking). Much better than vocal racism.
If those who are "silent" racists just keep quiet (esp. at home in front of children), if they just keep "pretending" to be fairminded . . . then perhaps, after a couple of generations of silence, racism will die a quiet death.”
“Lee, if they don't speak it and don't show it through their actions, they are not racists.”
“Silence is "golden," but actions are platinum."”
“Always remember that voices are like opnions we each have a diffrent one!
But some times they can hurt!”
“My voice never hurts... What are TALKING ABOUT?!?!?”
“I like my voice I tell it like it is!
“Your train of thought has the caboose in the middle.”
“A chance encounter
I was on Highway 20 out of Montreal driving toward
Quebec city and I decide to stop at a rest stop to use
the men's room.
The first stall was occupied so I went in the second.
I am barely sitting down when I hear a voice from the
other stall saying: "Hi, how are you?"
I'm not the type to start a conversation or fraternize
in men's rooms at a rest stop but, I don't know what
got into me, so I answer, somewhat embarrassedly:
And the other guy says: "So what's up with you?"
What a question? At that point, I'm thinking this is
too bizarre so I say: "I'm like you, just travelling east!"
Then I hear the guy say nervously...
"LISTEN!!! I'll have to call you back, there's an
idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my
“lmao....good one pemsit.
"Lee, if they don't speak it and don't show it through their actions, they are not racists."
.... If I have hate in my heart I AM hateful. If I don't show that hate to the rest of the world it doesn't mean that hate isn't still in my heart. We all have prejudices that are wrong. Most of us try real hard to not allow them to make us act like j@ckasses but just because we behave ourselves doesn't mean we don't have those prejudices.
This is the most unfunny joke thread ever.”
“noun: a person with a prejudiced belief that one race is superior to others
adjective: discriminatory especially on the basis of race or religion
adjective: based on racial intolerance
Example: "Racist remarks"
I should have made clear the working definition of racist I was using: One who through words or actions advocates racial intolerance.
If you find it unfunny, read this:
"I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in the stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Councilor or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to 'order' than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: 'I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action'; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for someone else's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a 'more convenient season.'"
-- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-68) ”
“It's still not funny.
Except for pemsit's last joke.”
“Fool In Sex Ed Class
Coming through the door after school one day, Little Johnny hollers out,
"Okay, everyone in the house, please be advised that I, Little Johnny,
have on this date made a complete fool of myself in sex education class
by repeating stories concerning storks as told to me by certain parties
residing in this house!"”
“Mommy Ate It
For weeks a six-year old lad kept telling his first-grade teacher about
the baby brother or sister that was expected at his house.
One day the mother allowed the boy to feel the movements of the unborn
child. The six-year old was obviously impressed, but made no comment.
Furthermore, he stopped telling his teacher about the impending event.
The teacher finally sat the boy on her lap and said, "Tommy, whatever
has become of that baby brother or sister you were expecting at home?"
Tommy burst into tears and confessed, "I think Mommy ate it!"”
“One bright, beautiful Sunday morning, everyone in the tiny town of
Johnstown got up early and went to the local church. Before the
services started, the townspeople were sitting in their pews and
about their lives, their families, etc.
Suddenly, Satan appeared at the front of the Church. Everyone
started screaming and running for the front entrance, trampling each
other in a frantic effort to get away from Evil Incarnate.
Soon everyone was evacuated from the Church, except for one elderly
gentleman who sat calmly in his pew, not moving . . . seemingly
oblivious to the fact that God's Ultimate Enemy was in his presence.
Now this confused Satan a bit, so he walked up to the man and said,
"Don't you know who I am?"
The man replied, "Yup, sure do."
Satan asked, "Well, aren't you afraid of me?"
"Nope, sure ain't," said the man.
Satan was more than a little perturbed at this and queried, "Why not?"
The man calmly replied, "Been married to your sister for over 48
Blue Light Special
“Why is a Catholic Church like K-Mart?
They both have boys underwear half-off.”
“What do Sassafras and Casper the friendly ghost have in common?
They both scare me.”
“I think a religious Catholic just signed in.”
“Nope, not Catholic.”
“Oh good...here goes; Why do the Pope wear underwear while taking a shower?
Because he doesn't want to look down at the unemployed.”
The following is a father's advice to his son just moments before he
gets on the bus that will carry him off to join the Army:
"Son, you are getting ready to embark on a great adventure as many of
the men in our family have done since your
great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather did many hundreds
of years ago.
There will be many dangers ahead that you will encounter. Remember your
training and obey your commanders, this will keep you alive during the
arduous days of battle. Always stay with the plan, if you deviate from
it you will be in grave jeopardy.
When the time of battle is over, be wary as you go into the towns and
cities ahead because there are many hidden dangers lurking there. There
will be many temptations to lure you away from your brothers in arms and
this could put you in danger even if it seems safe at the time. In
every town there will be a street that will be most treacherous of all -
there will be strong drink to dull your senses, loud and crude songs to
suppress your hearing, and wild women of ill repute to enable your enemy
to catch you off guard. My advice to you as a former soldier is simple
- What ever you do... FIND THAT STREET."”
Here ya go, searcher!
“A middle-aged man is sitting in a bar, sipping his beer and minding his own business, when a young guy walks in wearing a multi-colored, spiked do. The older fellow glances at the punker and chuckles. The young guy gives him a quick dirty look and has a seat. A few minutes later, the older guy looks at the young fellow again and he gets a big, $hit-eating grin and shakes his head.
Now the young man is really p!ssed off. He walks over to the middle-aged guy and asks, "Whatsamatter, old man, haven't you ever done anything wild in your life?" To which the older guy replies, "Well yeah, as a matter of fact I have. Once, when I was in the navy, stationed in the south pacific, I got really drunk in this bar one night and f^cked a parrot. I was just wondering if you were my son!"”
“Hmmmmm... The "Father Goose" name is beginning to make more sense, LOL
But Ya Know...
There was once a man who had a very strange problem. It happened only rarely, but when he broke wind a sound would emanate from his trousers that sounded amazingly like some one had clearly spoken the word "honda!"
He saw every doctor in town... every doctor for miles around... and no one knew what the problem was. It went on for years.
Then one day an acquaintance told him of an accupuncturist who had come to town. The guys says, "An accupuncturist?? Oh well, what the hell..." So he goes to see him.
The first thing the accupuncturist says after hearing the story is "Please to open mouth". The guy says "Wha...?" and the accupuncturist repeats "Please to open mouth, Sir!" (which he then does) The accupuncturist takes a long look, then says, "Ahhhhh... you have abcess!" The guys says "ABCESS??"
The accupuncturist says "Have you not heard? ... 'Abcess Makes The Fart go HONDA?'"
(You can thank PHIL for reminding me of that one!)”
“Tilt, that may be the worst joke I've ever heard/seen/known of.”
“I'm laughing because it must be funny but I just don't get it. LOL”
“Yes, luckily for me it's all Phil's fault!”
“An American, a Russian and a Scottsman are sitting in a bar, drinking beer together. A fly lands in the American's beer. He turns green, pushes the beer away and motions for the bartender to bring him another. Presently, a fly lands in the Russian's beer. He scowls, plucks the fly from his beer, flings it away, and continues drinking. Not to long after that, a fly lands in the Scott's beer. He plucks the hapless creature from his mug of beer, shakes it vigorously and shouts "Spit it oot, ya wee ba$tard, it's mine!'”
“A puzzled looking woman stood before a painting hanging in the museum entitled ‘Home for Lunch’. It showed three naked black men sitting on a bench. What was unusual was that while the men on both ends had black schlongs, the man in the middle had a pink one.
She inquired of the passing curator who explained “Oh madam, you are interpreting this painting all wrong. The men are not African-Americans. They are Pennsylvania coal miners. The one in the middle just went ‘Home for Lunch’.””
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