As I always say, everything is funny in life except for other people's suffering.

Even evil itself would be hilarious if it weren't for the fact it caused other people to suffer.

For instance, a group of Islamic knuckleheads with stupid beards who can't even look at the female half of God's creation

without becoming disgusted with themselves in their own natural yearnings would be the height of hilarious absurdity

if they would simply solve the problem in the most rational way by decreeing that they themselves aren't allowed to go outside without wearing a blindfold

instead of annoying innocent women by forcing them to hide their beauty under black sacks.

What sense does that make?

Women whose lives are oppressed and constrained by a culture-wide sexual neurosis are not funny.

Stupid bearded guys wearing blindfolds and bumping into poles and tripping over curb stones, that's funny.

After all, if your eye offends you, pluck it out.

Or let me pluck it out. That would also be funny.

Likewise, some dithering son of an apharius Islamic dirtbag who feels his understanding of sin and apostasy

confers on him the right to destroy the image of God and humanity could create a situation with amazing comic possibilities

if he would simply do the sensible thing and blow himself to Kingdom Come in the privacy of his own moral cesspool

without bothering the rest of us.

Nothing ruins a laugh more than blowing up other people just because you happen to be an Islamist knucklehead.

On the other hand, an Islamist knucklehead blowing himself to pieces in some out of the way place would have a twofold benefit.

One, it would provide us with a top-notch chuckle fest and two, it would blow up an Islamist knucklehead which has to be a good thing in and of itself.

If it weren't for the suffering it caused, evil would be funny in the same way slapstick is funny because it shows us the noble creature God made

slipping on the banana peel of what he was never meant to be.

If it weren't for the suffering, evil would be funny because in our moments of loving forgiveness, we know exactly how wondrously we are made.

While in our moments of brutality and stupidity and ugliness and Islamism, but I repeat myself,

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