today something terrible happened.
but today it was unhidden, widespread, and lethal.
such days have been known to happen in our history.
and dark solemnity touches the hearts of the collective of humanity.
we take a moment bought by too high a price to appreciate what and who we still have to hold onto.
but there are others. oh so many others who lost so much.
their limbs, their loves, their lives.
and their loss demands our respect- if nothing else.
i scroll though facebook like everyone else. honestly, probably too often. and in the scraps of highs and lows recorded there today i found this respect. i found many other things beyond decency, like empathy, and a call for helpers- the reactions to such horror as one would hope would be displayed.
but i also found something else.
a comedian (who will further more be referred to as "the ass"- of whom i was a growing fan) posting jokes about today's tragedy in boston.
the victim count is not complete.
the families have not yet been able to rest their heads on their pillows and face sleepless nights.
hell, the volunteers and witnesses probably still have rubble in their hair, filth on their cheeks.
and the ass thinks that there is no harm in a few sentences blurted out on the internet.
in fact, when called out on it by a multitude of people, the ass made a stance about the acceptability of what he was doing- saying it was no worse than other media coverage.
and i mean there is merit in that. the sensationalism of horrors, the wild speculation, the obsession. i'm not a fan of the way the news covers events.
but that doesn't make what the ass is doing alright. it just makes the ass... an ass.
humor is one of the virtues of life that i value the most. especially humor that can take tragedy and make us see some kind of twisted upside or hope or quirk there. humor that doesn't take things to seriously. that understands terribleness is all around us.
war, hunger, abuse, rape, bullying, bigotry, disease, neglect...
the thrumming beat that ticks beneath the surface of our everyday- this terribleness seeks to pull us under so that we can no longer see the wonderfulness mounded on top of it. trying to squash it away, trying to negate it's influence over us. and humor applied well and liberally can help buoy us against it.
irreverent humor can be one of the most uplifting things out there.
but to get it right, i am sure is no small easy task.
the secret lies within the heart of the joke-teller, i am sure.
and a man who has no sense to weep over the tragedy laid naked on the streets of boston today, does not have the heart or wisdom to decipher which things to say and which to keep to himself.
and such a man no longer has my ear.
which is the strongest disapproval i have to offer.