My first response to this was, “awe shucks, look at Le Clown growing up” because I am a smart ass. Let me state for the record that I personally am not on Team Jesus, but I have no problem with anyone’s beliefs as long as they are not trying to shove them down my throat. I believe in a power greater than myself, lean towards Buddhism, and consider myself a spiritual person.
When I saw you the end of December, I said to you, “wow, you really went way out there with the whole Jesus thing, didn’t you?” I live to be inappropriate, to push the envelope and I believe that humor is a wonderful way to not only enlighten, but to diffuse a situation. I am totally self-deprecating, but will take aim where I see potential, and occasionally get myself into trouble for it.
We have had numerous discussions on using certain words humorously, words that some may find offensive, but we agree that if there is no hate behind them, then those words can make funny like no other. Many will disagree, and of course, they are wrong. I will give an example, a hot-button word: retard. If you use the word, as I have, like this, “I was happier than a retard at a water park” then I’m sorry, that shit is funny. There is no word that substitutes and still paints that picture or delivers that laugh. There is no hate or judgement behind it. But, if I said, “I was dumber than a retard in a water park” then my moral compass tells me to turn the fuck around and run back.
And then there was Jesus. The ultimate hot-button. That is why you chose it, because you wanted to stimulate thought and intelligent debate. You wanted a reaction and you got it. I get that it was in jest, but I get that many did not. Not being on Team Jesus, I still went “oh SHIT” when I first saw it, because I knew you were in for it. I KNOW THAT YOU DID NOT MEAN TO HURT ANYONE, because I understand your process as well as I understand my own.
We are both super immature on many levels, and still need to learn our lessons like 4 year old’s. Color a little on the table, Mommy tells you not to do it again, but you get a reaction and you like it. So you scribble big loopy circles all over the table when Mommy turns her back. You get yelled at and are made to go sit in your room to “think about what you did.” At this point, some children would learn their lessons, come downstairs and apologize, then go back to color neatly on the paper. But Le Clown and Tracy are bad children. They find a box of crayons in their room and proceed to color all over the fucking walls, giggling deviously all the while to themselves, just to see THE REACTION. We don’t really think too long about the consequences of our actions, because we are having such a blast coloring our walls and high-fiving each other. It is only when Mommy comes back upstairs, flips the fuck out, beats our asses and takes our crayons away forever that we discover that little lesson about hindsight being 20/20. But, like any self-respecting juvenile delinquents, we have to learn that lesson about 5,239 times before it really starts to take hold.
One thing I know for a fact is that it takes big hairy humble balls to admit our wrongs and apologize for them. I love you Le Clown, and know that you are a good, silly, smart, egotistical, envelope-pushing, Canadian meat-eating, big-hearted honest motherfucking clown who drives like shit on big hills.
Good for you for apologizing to those you never meant to hurt in the first place. I have learned one thing and that is that the Jesus folk love them some Jesus, so I high-five them and stay the fuck away from that topic. Sometimes we don’t know where the lines are until we cross them my friend. Thanks for your big hairy humble crow-eating balls. Now go fuck yourself.