Their undeserving little smiles are called Einsatzgruppens, continued.

Donald Trump voters laugh at us for being too serious and overly sensitive. We are weak, they say. Harsh, biting humor toughens us up.
To MAGA, toughness is a virtue. The worst thing is to be thin-skinned and MAGA loves testing the thickness of others’ skins by joking about things they shouldn’t. Right-wing humor is, as they call it, “based.” “Brutal” is another descriptor for those silly ideas that put smirks on their faces.
Personally, it seems like all they do is punch down, just my two cents. But I started this post in a non-judgmental mood so let’s keep it going. Since I’m feeling so open-minded, I even attempted to pen a joke in that MAGA-vein of humor. The subject matter may not be top-of-mind for the Right when it comes to comedic fodder, but hey: comedy is comedy and nothing is sacred, amirite, Right-wingers?
Here goes:
An ICE agent, distraught, dials up the suicide hotline. Full of anguish, the ICE agent informs the suicide hotline worker that his employer makes him do awful things. It’s ripping him up inside. He had fun at first, bonding with fellow alpha males and taking out his aggressions by teargassing kids while muttering, “Boo hoo”. But now, it’s getting to him. Tearing up, he says he can’t go on. He wants to end his life.

The suicide hotline operator hangs up the phone.
So…what do you think of my new joke? Is it funny? Based? Brutal? I dunno, kind of flying blind with this style of humor. I like writing funny stuff, even if it skews dark, but my silliness doesn’t venture down these MAGA-friendly paths. My points of reference may be off. My jokey-joke might lack that oomph.
On second thought, this type of humor isn’t cool, more like cruel. I’ll go back to other writing. Gave this effort the ol’ college try, didn’t work. Onward and upward.
In closing, #FuckICE.
Earlier posts:
• Sith Rebirth, my Star Wars fanfiction story.
• Are you in your twenties and wondering what’s up with your parents?
• A thank you, from me to Rush Limbaugh.
• World events since I released my first book.
• Open letter to a selfie of my drunk-ass self, taken on August 11th, 2001.
I write fiction and have two dark comedies available, Fearkiller (Volume 1) and Notes from Trillionaire Island: Fearkiller (Volume 2), as well as Revolutionizer Alpha, the first book in a sci-fi series. I also wrote a story about God. It was weird, but then I decided to make the story and its sequel free. And all of the sudden, it didn’t seem as weird. Writing about God is much less weird when you write about God without charging money for it. And I just posted a Star Wars fanfic, an idea that got inspired by the idea that strong women terrify men like Donald Trump and Elon Musk. Here’s my professional site, my trade. Follow me on Medium.
