"There are so many things that get under my skin around here: the crime, filth, and trash; the road rage; the naked people; and the slavish adoration of all things leftist."It's so sad how nobody will tell Robin about the road that leads out of town and into Oakland. Or maybe all the naked people are just blocking the sign.
"But one of the most annoying is that so few people around Berkeley have any sense of humor. Imagine living in an area where you have to screen every potential comment for racial, gender, and transgender sensitivity. And every time you dare to open your mouth, there’s a pretty good chance that someone will shut you up."Imagine living in a society where people expect you to have a little decency, and to not be a jerk out loud. It's a dystopian nightmare!
"For instance, I was at the bank last fall when we were having a string of lovely, warm days. Amiably, I said to the teller, 'It seems like we’re having an Indian summer.' To which the well trained, young white male responded, 'Hm. I wonder if the term, ‘Indian summer,’ is racist'.”We've already reached the point in Ms. Robin's remarks where I have to call "no way." There was no well-trained, young white male teller, was there, Robin? No lovely warm day last fall. No trip to the bank. The whole thing was an anecdote from the 1984 edition of Rush Limbaugh's "Happiness is a Dead Liberal." Know what gave away the fictional nature of the alleged encounter? Yes, it was Robin addressing an amiable remark to somebody.
Anyway, the point is: nobody in Berkeley has a sense of humor, and so you should never, ever open a comedy club there - and if you do, it will fail, and you will have to make your living as an indentured psychologist.