No Laughter is Prohibited!

No No Laughter

What has happened to everyone’s sense of humor?

Can’t we poke fun at anything anymore without feeling like a pariah afterward?

In this politically charged society: be it correct or incorrect, racially motivated, downright hateful, selfishly inspired; or truly symbiotic and inclusively beneficial, where has all the laughter gone?

We’re living in some of the most tumultuous times since I can remember. At my particular age and standpoint, many have passed us by. For those much older than I,  a myriad can be recalled most likely.

In the United States, the Great Recession was relatively recent. Prior to that, 9/11/2001 spawned the war on terrorism which is still being fought. Mind you, this list is covering the big ones. Surely others can be noted.

For baby boomers, the oil embargo of the ’70s and Nixon caused much financial woe and political turmoil. Before that, the Vietnam War and protests of the ’60s had divided the country like it is today.

Let’s stop there. Perhaps that’s the last era of major significance, comparable to the present. Granted WWII and WWI, not to mention the Great Depression between them, were even more catastrophic; but unfortunately, not many from those generations are around anymore to complain about the way things are today.

Being caught between politically polar opposites is no fun either. Probably the term I hate the most that’s spewed more than Carter has pills—when was the last time you heard that expression? Shows my age, by golly—is calling people “libtards.”

Talk about being a pariah nowadays happens when or if someone admits to being a “liberal.” Why is that such a dirty word? It’s not any more offensive to me than is the expression, “tea-bagger.” Left, right, or center, everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and not being berated by bigots who think they’re better than the rest.

Individuals get bent out of shape about those using the word, “retard,” chastising the latter for being insensitive and crass, for which I agree: yet another politically incorrect slur that’s freely expressed for those with differing viewpoints.

Admittedly, I used the pejorative, but only as kid, which indicates to this writer how childish an adult can be when using it.

Poking fun at something is human nature but leads to ridicule too often, which is going overboard, especially when done with the intention of hurting someone. Social Media is guilty of that, for never before its conception had someone the opportunity to say something hateful anonymously that would never have been said directly to anyone’s face.

Getting back to laughter, methinks people like to be miserable. Maybe that’s the reason for the lack of perceived merriment. The hoi polloi are afraid to laugh because it might make them feel good.


Political spoof with Mitch McConnell’s head superimposed over model being smacked by Bettie Page.

God forbid they express some form of amusement over one of my jokes.

Perhaps they ignore it out of spite for whatever reason, be it intimidation, or paranoia that the comedic gesture was aimed towards them; or they want me to feel miserable too.

As mentioned in one of my tweets, “One thing I found about Twitter and most everywhere on Social Media is that people like to share their own stuff but not the limelight.”

That could be true as well for real life. It’s tough living as a cynic. That’s probably the root cause for my dilemma, but one can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

My latest cover, another bit of hard work, musical talent (in my humble opinion) and something out of the ordinary that’s usually ignored by my Social Media followers and so-called friends, was inspired by my needing to get out of town to clear my head, and away from this dreadful heat we’ve been experiencing in the Philadelphia region, as usual for this time of year. Hope you enjoy it:

Thanks for stopping in and allowing me another tirade from which to vent my usual frustrations, and for your continued support.

About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at
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