Indiana DaLobo the Whatever One's blog: "my everyday boring life"

We've lost it. We had it for a long time and now it's gone. What is it that we've lost: our sense of humor. We've lost the ability to taste, touch, feel, or even recognize humor. We've let the gods of political correctness dictate to us what is humor and what isn't, and they have left us in the dark void of nothingness. As far as they are concerned nothing is funny and any attempt at humor is a sign of "disrespect", "insensitivity", and shows a lack of "compassion"

I know something about humor. I learned it well when I was a young one. I was abandoned by my natural parents, who divorced and left me in the US while they went back to the old country. Being without a family, up for adoption with no prospects made me an easy target for the other kids. Kids were more brutal then, but in their brutality I learned to deflect their harsh words with humor. I learned the meaning of the phrase:"Sticks and stones my break my bones, but names will never hurt me. When I die, you will cry for all the names you called me". I learned the subtle art of sarcasm and the skill of quick retort. As I grew older, cynicism was added to the repertoire especially when it came to looking at the world around me.

As I look around me, especially on Fubar, I begin to realize that I may be a dinosaur, a dying breed. A relic of a time, long ago, when we laughed at ourselves and each other. A day when people had thicker skins and knew that words had no power over them. A time when:"names could never hurt us"...So sad, so sad......