When I Am Driven Not to Laugh

When I am driven to not laugh it can elicit a time when I laugh most inappropriately. Sometimes I worry about brothers and sisters who never come out with a big "Gafauw!" Other times I wonder what others think about while laughing.

Expelling air with frequent shortness of breath makes for a laugh. Sometimes one expends energy and becomes sore when dramatically moving the gut. The entire physiological reflex can exhaust, but in the end calm breathing returns and nerves become relaxed. On many occasions I laugh harder out of need rather than knowing if the subject is worthy or not of the attention. It is a reflex that the body and mind need -- sometimes more than what the subject is worth. I have also often wondered if honesty plays a role in laughter -- but right now I just want to look at the phenomena.

I laugh because I feel above the situation. Or I laugh out of stupid ignorance especially when something new is shown or described. When identifying with a character I can laugh in embarrassing situations. I laugh because of powerlessness especially when realizing that, hey, we are all screwed in one way or the other. You may find many reasons for laughter (lol) -- but these mentioned will suffice for now.

My friend Michael hates the fact that some people have mercy on polar bears. He does not believe that northern ice caps are melting and further makes no bones about it that polar bear rehabilitation to him is just another liberal conservation plot made to extort Americans into feeling guilty. Although Michael does have many good character traits, I feel that he is over extended in his hatred for any dwindling species. In some ways I see a man in denial -- hen-pecked by the TV news of the world. Things have become so hopeless as well as we all are so helpless that every one of us is made guilty about our own personal 'carbon footprint'. When things are this bad -- well -- we're all screwed. Laughter comes to me out of the helpless, hopeless nature of where we are all guided with our emotions.

I also find humor when I see ISIS dudes go into a "Cradle of Civilization" museum and like wild banshees attack statues with sledge hammers. When I saw this on television I wondered just how powerful 5,000 year old art is to us. I guess it is threatening to certain self-righteously angry Muslims. Instead of learning just where mankind had come from we actually see movement akin to that of the "Three Stooges". Heck, where is modern man going? -- Now we're all screwed.

Even our ISIS enemies have reason to laugh. Witness Dick Cheney direct bombs that also ruin Iraq's "Cradle of Civilization" artwork. Witness Dick Cheney's love to burn oil all the while scoffing at the 'carbon footprint' made by anyone at all. Why in these two instances he actually agrees with the same values of ISIS!! The laugh is with them.

We must remember that to do the "dirty work" Dick Cheney & Donald Rumsfeld used 'Blackwater Contractors' and not U.S. Marines. Does that give the contractors some sort of credit? More likely other devious means were used. Just what are U.S. Marines expected to do now? If it becomes necessary to 'think like the enemy' does that mean that we have to 'Be' like the enemy and have the same "killing" values? You be the judge!

But let us go further -- see Dick Cheney not know how to swim and build an entire new torture -- "water-boarding" based on his own fears. Again with the use of torture he becomes like his enemies. But now look at the irony. Dick Cheney does not have a heart. In fact he is looking for someone to give him a heart. Dick Cheney does not have 'heart' at all. Yet we know that if Dick Cheney is screwed then we all are. It seems like the Muslim people see all Americans as believing in the same views. We all need to watch out.

We need to send Mr. Cheney to Dr. Oz -- maybe a mark or silly badge will help the world take him -- or perhaps Dick cannot handle a real heart at all. It is all so ridiculous.

It is also odd to me -- yet a little more understandable -- why people would want to go on a one way journey to the planet Mars. In the summertime on a balmy day the temperature on Mars is minus 10 degrees Celsius. Even Elton John knows from the lyrics of his song 'Rocket Man' that "Mars is cold as hell," and that "Who would raise your kids there anyhow?" I suspect that Elton knows we're screwed as well because of all the over sized sunglasses and feathers he has worn over the years. Perhaps someone wants to purchase one way tickets to Mars for Mr. Cheney and Mr. Rumsfeld. Someone somewhere may want to do this. It seems that all we can hope for now is some honest dialogue after a fair fight. We need to find answers -- not more perplexing problems!

To be honest -- I laugh when I can relax and face my fears. When I worry and fret I do not give myself a fair chance at maintaining a sober calm. So I pray that the parts of my brain are in concert with each other and peace results. I'd rather relax into solutions and not face the negative. For me, it is important to help the human race even just a little and do something good for home and homeland. "Do a good turn daily"!

"If I let my desires go, I will not covet too much." --- Epictetus

The Stigma of the Mentally Ill: Bob Does Everything Backwards The Stigma of the Mentally Ill Bob Does Everything Backwards by Robert N. Franz I am only one man! Right now I can afford to laugh at myself. It is right to know the truth; it is just to stand for goodness! Please join me and be the best that you can be.

Peace to you,
Sincerely,

Robert N. Franz
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Published on February 28, 2015 23:25
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