The thing about irony

Ironic expression seems to be this generations primary currency. We ironically reference things over and over to the point where we end up ironically referencing ironic references. Where would shows like Family Guy be if they didn't constantly fall back on ironic referencing. The funny thing is that at times we ironically reference things that annoy us, and before we know it those things become a part of who we are. Consider terms like "fail" or LOL speak. Even I find myself gradually beginning to work these things into my regular vocabulary when my original intent was to make an ironic joke by using them. We have become the thing we hate most.

Speaking of Family Guy I wouldn't mind weighing in on the whole Sarah Palin thing. Personally I find Seth McFarlane to be a coward. He made a joke that was intended to be offensive, and offensive especially to a specific individual, and claiming that she has no sense of humor is just a total cop out. It's like some little kid who makes loud noises to intentionally irritate any one within ear shot, and when some one finally does get mad they skulk around and wonder why every one is being mean.

If he had just said "too bad," and stuck by the fact that he intended to offend her then I would at least give him credit for that. He made an intentionally offensive joke, and some one got offended. So claiming that she has no sense of humor is no better than the kid making loud noises. I can't think of a parent alive who wouldn't at least be irked by a retarded joke aimed at their kid. Let alone one on national television. So point in fact Seth McFarlane is a coward. Who would have guessed?

It's all apart of this generations shallow quest to find meaning in facile grabs for attention. If you get plugs in your ear, tons of piercing on your face, and a sleeve of tattoos don't act indigent when some people (rightfully) look at you funny. And why is it that people who dress like freaks always say, "This is who I am." So the infinite complexity of nature and environment, the never ending cycle of growth and discovery, life and death, knowledge, and emotion is some how distilled down to a tattoo of a coy fish with an astrological sign on its forehead leaping out of a pot leaf that's being held by a flaming clown with boom boxes for feet? Are you kidding me? That's who you are? But I suppose that's how some people might choose to express themselves when they have no talent or anything of meaning to say. Just admit that your dyed your hair purple because you wanted the attention, and we can call it a day. You know that the truth is floating around somewhere in the back of that empty head of yours.

I speak to no one in particular by the way. Just ranting. After all I have three tattoos and I'm honest about my motives so I know what I'm talking about.

In other news I should be going on a camping trip next week. Going to northern Georgia to hunt deer and crap in an outhouse. I'm not sure how I feel about all that to be honest, but why not? It's an adventure and too few of those come along these days. I figure it would be stupid to deprive myself. Besides I've been given back the chance to camp that God took from me when I was a kid. I'll be leaving Friday or Saturday and will be back Tuesday... I think.

Oh and I made a cartoon. Yes, I did make this so go to YouTube and give it a million stars and a bunch of nice comments.