I LOVE Daniel Tosh. Not at all afraid to admit it. His sense of humor is right in line with my own, and I appreciate someone saying the horrible things I think on a daily basis. Some people are good at math, some save lives through medicine or other scientific developments, some people rock at politics or fighting for animal rights. Then, there are the select few of us out there who are good at one thing and one thing only – making fun of people, and totally inappropriate jokes that would make Lenny Bruce blush.
The first time I saw Tosh.0 I almost wept. In fact, I believe he made a joke so funny that I did in fact weep. And pee. A little. Anyway… It has been an amazing experience watching a show where someone can openly make fun of any race, disability, tragedy, child, animal – anything and everything. It’s as if the Roman Colosseum is back and the gladiator is king. Only wit is the weapon of choice and you had better not show up unarmed.
I have done this for years. I have many times found myself the one everyone is shaking their heads at because of something I thought was funny, but was “inappropriate”. F*ck that. The truth behind all of that is simple. I said what you were thinking and it scares you that you thought it was funny. BAM! – in the parlance of our times.
I say you should all be grateful for those of us out there who are willing to take the bullet and call people out that need to be called out. Who distract the gunman while everyone else runs to safety. Who are not afraid to straight up say, “I think your speech impediment is funny.”
The one question I keep coming back to though? Would Daniel Tosh and I get along? Or is he really such an unlikable prick that I’d just walk away in disappointment?
Get out your tape measure Daniel. I am ready for you, brutha. Oh, and… thank you.