Aw, hell; the gallows-humor jokes we make in my neighborhood are not exactly comedic triumph and are definitely un-original.
But they make us laugh.
And it's therapeutic.
Laughter is good for the heart and soul. And in some cases, crucial to maintaining sanity.
Which is exactly why I’ll be just a little sad after the very first round of primaries, when both this entire conversation topic and Paul’s candidacy are made moot by the fact Ron Paul gets .0001% of the vote (even less, if his family is busy holding a “non-aggressive rally against aggression” on primary day) and has to drop out. I’ll miss the humor of the “impending disaster” aspect of his answers at the debates. The whole idea of having to line my floor with pillows so I don’t hurt myself when I inevitably end up rolling around after he throws out some doozy... well, I’m gonna miss that.