As part of our conversation, I ended up writing three raucous jokes about Marxism, and I’ll share them with you here, by way of Twitter:
Q: Do Marxists know their ideas hurt the people they claim to care about?
A: Why do you think they’re Marxists?
— Greg Swann (@gswann) June 28, 2017
Q: What's a “moderate” Marxist?
A: A coward with Obsessive Compulsive Schadenfreude.
— Greg Swann (@gswann) June 28, 2017
Q: Why is the tenure of Marxist regimes always so brief?
A: Eventually you run out of other people's children to exterminate.
— Greg Swann (@gswann) June 28, 2017
I’ve known for years that satire is evil, but I only this week figured out why:
1. Everything that is decried as being “as addictive as cocaine!!!” is actually an habituated evasion.
2. Satire is the habituated evasion of the biological (and, hence, moral) imperative either to fight or to flee existential peril.
3. Ergo, satire amounts to dancing with the devil: Quarrying your own eventual homicidal extermination for your immediate, temporary amusement.
Jokes can be made out of love or malice, but every joke is a weapon – even a love-tap. Who is satire’s victim? At whom is the weapon aimed?