No Strings

I read a something that could be loosely called a cruel, damaging joke a couple of years ago – by that I mean it was cruel and damaging, and could, on some inane and insane version of Planet Earth, be called a joke. It was shared on FaceBook by a woman who I’d known for almost forty years, someone who I’d always considered intelligent – but intelligence is not necessarily a sign of good character. She, in turn, had got it from another of my FaceBook friends, a woman whose son I hold in high regard. I’m sure he couldn’t have been very impressed with the horrible, inflammatory ‘joke.

Every so often I remember this offensive ‘joke’, and it sends me raging again. Well, I’ve finally come up with my revenge. Yes – revenge, it’s an ugly word and an ugly way to behave, but, hey, what harm can I do? I’ve re-written the joke, but changed one teensie weensie word. It’s only a joke – it’s not like I want to hurt anybody, and you must bear in mind that it was an extremely offensive piece of unfunny humour. I’ve made it far less offensive by changing that one itsy bitsy word, and making it an attack on anyone who was viscious enough to laugh at the original disgusting, racist horror of a jest.

I know I’m bringing myself down to the level of the  destructive racist who wrote the joke which offended me so much, and that’s neither clever or helpful, but please forgive me, just this once. I don’t ask your forgiveness for not sharing the original joke. It should never have been created, but you may have picked up the odd glaring hint as to who it was aimed at.

I’ve also changed the image and the format. If I was able, I’d happily credit the inventor of the joke, for giving me the idea. Unfortunately, I don’t know who that is.

So, without any further ado, I give you my version of The Joke (Drum roll please).

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Har de har har.

There, that feels better. I’ll go back to being the sweet lady who loves good people, nature, chocolate and things that are funny, and loathes racism. I’ll make us all a nice cup of tea and we’ll stop thinking about the nasty racists. Would anybody like a humbug? Here’s a nice flucket of bowers to make up for clotting my boppybook – uh-oh, looks like the Reverend  Spooner is trying to make an entrance. Let’s hope it’s an act of solidarity.

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©Jane Paterson Basil

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17 thoughts on “No Strings

  1. I am never offended by speech, or language. In general, I don’t think people should be.

    I was called a racist, just over a year ago. For highlighting on FB the numbers of rapes that were happening in Sweden. Because I highlighted the nationalities involved. Funnily the person who called me so, I had previously regarded as a friend? Of over 40 years and I thought they knew me better? … I digress.

    I believe in free speech. Free speech for myself means thoughtful intelligent rationale. This also means you have to take the unthoughtful unintelligent irrational, too. Nobody is perfect, or few of us are … hehe. Free speech means listening to opinion and as Lao Tzu tells us, opinion is the easiest thing to give. If we are balanced inside. Then we float on the ocean of life. Not above nor below. Just afloat, on the sea of life. Cheers Jamie

    BTW. Most rapes are committed by men, does that make me sexist too?

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    1. I’m not hot on political correctness, but I don’t like to see inflammatory attacks on a group of people who are already suffering racist attack.
      If a lot of rape is being reported in Sweden, and to mention it is considered racist, surely those who compile statistics are at risk of being called racist once the statistics get too high… 😉
      I had a shop once. For about three years a lot of shopkeepers in town had trouble with French students shoplifting – not students from any other country, just the French. They were really blatant about it. It was a big problem until one group got sent back early because of it. I wonder if that’s a racist story.

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      1. It is easy to racially profile. Harder to forgive when there is something to forgive. Sometimes there is a good reason to lump others into the same basket. Prejudice can rear it’s head in an instant. Whether it is about people with dark skin or red hair. Whether tall or short, etc. Much harder to genuinely love all with universal love. To love they neighbour as thyself and do unto others as you would have done unto yourself. That is not a Christian ethic, despite the exposure. It’s a far older one. Cheers Jamie

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    1. All the same, that was naughty of me – July hits me heavily every year. Usually it’s sadness, and I can take that, but this year all this suppressed anger has exploded outwards, so everybody I disapprove of is getting it in the neck.

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