“HOLD MY BEER!”
There’s all sorts of theories about laughter.
- For some it can indicate an appreciation of our sudden knowledge of any lack of appreciation we have for irony, which is an entirely joyful experience. I pity those who are not humble enough to be open to what is also an occasion of great joy in the Holy Spirit. G.K. Chesterton once quipped that without a sense of irony one cannot even begin to be a Christian. Just take a look at Jesus on the Cross, taking on the justice we deserve so that He might have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us.
- For others, who tend to be way over-analytic and controlling and have an internet degree in psychobabble, laughter is an embarrassing confession of guilt about whatever the subject inducing the laughter happens to be. But it is precisely that kind of overbearing person, note the biting irony, who can bring out a nervous laughter in others, those others laughing at the irony of such a bully trying to show off as the always being the most balanced person in the room. Such monsters never laugh. Liberals never have any fun.
This History Guy video on Tommy Fitzpatrick made me laugh. You have to know that my dad and Tommy were very much like each other, including the drink (ooooh! “drink!”). The only difference is that I don’t think dad ever ended up in the slammer for his piloting antics. Or maybe I just didn’t hear those stories. I also remember the Ash Wednesday when dad stopped drinking and smoking cold turkey. All of a sudden we had buckets of Werther’s sugar free hard caramels and a thousand varieties of sugar free hard candies to be found at home, at his office, in the cars, on camping trips.
So, what’s funny about all this, enough to make one laugh? It hits home because I don’t drink in dad’s honor, and I love Werther’s sugar free hard caramels. Dad found his strength in going to daily Mass. He’s a hero to me. I suppose psychobabblers would just say that I’m an alcoholic just waiting to happen. The biting irony is that:
- I admit that I’m a sinner in any way just waiting to happen, as in: “There but for the grace of God go I,” but I’m asking Jesus that I not follow that graceless life because of God’s grace, and only because of God’s grace.
- The psychobabblers who disdain the rest of humanity from on high, it being that they are better than all others, don’t at all appreciate the grace of God coming from the One who, in their opinion, was obviously guilty of all crimes, hanging as He did upon a tree. And then they end up being the ones who crucify Him.
Does God laugh? Here are a couple of examples:
- But the Lord will laugh them to scorn (Wisdom 4:18) [and if you Protesteth too much about the Book of Wisdom in and of itself, try this…]
- But the Lord laughs at them (Psalm 37:13)
Here’s the deal, I’m the son of my father. Throughout my life, to this day, if there’s anything I would like to do and someone says I can’t do it and it’s even remotely in my wheelhouse – and it’s moral and legal – that’s what you’ll find me doing, damn the torpedoes. In other words, to quote somebody:
“HOLD MY BEER!”
By the way and to the point: I’m having a rather incisive back and forth with someone – um – rather important, about issues affecting the entire Church. A Hail Mary, please, and, again:
“HOLD MY BEER!”