Bad Joke Monday

Hubris is so unattractive, and yet, against all evidence otherwise, sometimes I still think I’m funny

With Easter, Good Friday, Patriots’ Day and Maundy Thursday behind me, I’m not taking it so seriously early this week. Instead, I’ll pull a funny from the archives.

Growing up I’d try to refocus my disdain for some groups to humor. This was undoubtedly better than being mean or resorting to name calling, behavior I found to be unbecoming in others. Even if such was my inclination to be simple and say, “these people suck” or “this ideology is stupid”, I’d overcome by forcing myself to express such in a more clandestine fashion. When emo song lyrics or angsty poetry couldn’t satisfy, humor might.

I really looked down on Catholics when I was young yet knew that expressing such overtly was both a bad look, and after a while realized such was also a hallmark of immaturity. I still felt this way, but to cover it up I’d express such in what I believed to be more sophisticated ways. Here’s what I came up with.

It was spring at Our Lady of the Wanton Miracle Catholic Church between church service and sunday school when father McGillicutty entered the downstairs boys bathroom of corridor C. No one much used this facility, as the restroom was further from both sanctuary and classrooms. Upon entering he heard the unmistakable thwap-thwap-thwap and shallow panting of some youth getting the job done, so to speak. Not wishing to alarm or embarrass the…