You probably clicked a link to a story and you’re here.
The story you were reading is satirical.
The Oxford Living Dictionary defines satire as:
The use of humour, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues.
Well, there you go. That’s what I try to achieve here. Under normal circumstances, my humble blog is similar to The Onion. As many of you know, The Onion publishes satirical stories poking fun at everyday problems everyday people face as well as pointing out the hypocrisy of the rich and powerful. Think of this blog as The Onion on drugs. Like meth. Or bath salts.
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Some of you may not think what I do is nice. And that’s for several reasons:
One: You may say to yourself “I didn’t know the post was satirical.”
OK, well, there are several winks to readers that signal the article is a joke.
One of them is the link that brought you here.
Another wink is that someone in the story has a name derived from canard. It’s typically Andrew Canard. The word canard not only means duck but also an unfounded rumor or story.
Sometimes I like to name the people in the post are named after Confederate generals or Nazis.
All of these, my friends, are signs that the story is satirical.
A second complaint I sometimes get is Andrew Hall what you do is mean, mean, mean.
I think about what I do like this.
Satire is a way for the weak to strike back at the strong. The strong have wealth, respect, and power. Those of us who are different need to use other tools. We have laughter. And hope.
I heard a line penned by Finley Peter Dunne. And it stuck with me. To paraphrase My job is to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.
Once again. Thank you for stopping by!
Take care!
