Lost in a Roman Wilderness of Pain

So, dude. There are these dudes on a mission from dude and here is a photograph to prove it:

I will assume that the soldier standing next to these non-English-reading Iraqi children is called Lepl Baudreux, probably a soldier from Europe—so the sign reads:

Lepl Baudreux killed my dad. Then he knocked up my sister.

I’m not going to write some left-wing, over-intellectualized, pseudo-moralistic commentary to condemn this image. I’m just going to say that this shit ain’t funny. In fact, it is historically accurate when Lepl Baudreux speaks on behalf of the European nations he represents. Tell me something I don’t know. It does not matter that Lepl did not fire a shot in Iraq. Lepl and the photographer are trying to be creative—funny even. And it is just not working on me.

Boys will be boys. They are just letting off a little steam. This photo represents much of what I’ve been calling office humor: professional boys running around cubicles passing around dirty emails and telling dirty jokes. It’s hard to be funny. It takes skill—so we already have disrespect for professional comedians. Take it further and it does not matter that such humorous folk never owned slaves—and they may even sincerely hate slavery. What matters is how they embrace their freedom and what they do with their ‘free’ time. This is the extents of their creativity and it is like Pat Boone trying to dance like James Brown.

I recognize the great Miguel de Icaza for letting me, and thousands more, know about this link.

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