Last Laughs

Comedy is dead:

You can’t scrub history clean and expect to learn anything. Archie was wrong—but visible. Al was broken—but honest. Eddie’s Buckwheat was offensive—but on purpose. We don’t grow by pretending. We grow by watching it all. Laughing at what hurts. Cringing at what used to be okay. Sitting in that discomfort until it teaches us something. I know; some people reading this will say, "Don't forget about 'Blazing Saddles'!" Everything I've illustrated was condensed into a two-hour movie. But I'm staying small-screen. We used to trust viewers to get it. Now we build bubble wrap and whisper down the hallway, hoping nobody files a complaint. Here’s the ugly truth: wokeness isn’t empathy. It’s erasure. It erases messy truth. It erases humor that doesn’t come with a handbook. It erases every sketch, show, and scene that dares to offend on the way to a greater point. We lost comedy because we stopped trusting people. We stopped trusting them to tell it. To hear it. To live with it. And if we don’t fight for the right to laugh again—deep belly laughs that sting and stick and shake you—we’ll lose something bigger than entertainment. We’ll lose the one place we used to come together to feel human. Even if it hurt.

Comedy was never meant to be painless...