Saturday, April 09, 2011

Muffin update: the war against the humorless continues

Remember when I posted this a week ago?
It was also posted at Tres Amici @ The Bunker, which is ground zero for this whole Muffinquest campaign. It was tacked up by the register next to a container into which people could place donations of spare change and such. Nice, old-fashioned, sort-of-panhandling-but-not-as-obnoxious, grass-roots fundraising right? Well, someone was offended. Not by the fundraising itself but by the verbiage used. Specifically the highlighted text in this passage:
"But what if he asked for help and no one did? What if they laughed and called him names and said that cancer was awesome and that they wouldn't give money?"
This is not the first time one of my anti-cancer screeds has offended someone (plus I didn't even write it, although I did like it. A lot.) so it doesn't bother me now. And in that case, it motivated others to take action, which means the end result was positive. But this time, the "offensive" material was removed and I don't think the plaintiff even made a donation, which I find far more offensive. So please pardon me while I address all the supposedly well-meaning people who are easily offended due to lacking either a sense of humor or ability to consider context or both. 

Hi. I don't want to upset you any more than you apparently already are but you need to know something about yourselves. And that is that you folks are a pain in the collective ass of society and the reason why the word "uterus" is a big deal on the floor of the Florida House of Representatives. You need to either lighten up a bit or put a little effort into figuring out what is meant by something that's said or written before you get yourself all worked up. Or in other words...
Of course, Johnny Cash sums it up better than I ever could.

OR MAIL CHECKS AND/OR MONEY ORDERS (payable to The American Cancer Society) TO ME AT:
3655 Coopers Pond Drive, #202,
Tampa, FL, 33614

And if you'd like to RSVP for the Muffinquest party at Tre Amici, you can do so here.

1 comment:

Jeff Hickmott said...

The person that got upset probably only saw those three words and decided that you were a nasty piece of work, Clark. A mean and evil-spirited, non-Chreestian type who would probably keep his cocoa warm by burning down an orphanage. These people are everywhere and are the same twats that used to come into the restaurant, order one hamburger medium and a 16oz steak well done and then wonder why their food did not magically appear on the table within 3 minutes. the same tight fisted arsewipes that would order water because it was free, "with lots of lemon wedges", and then I'd discover them later squeezing their lemons into their water and adding Splenda so they could make their own lemonade instead of paying an extra 2 bucks for one we'd already made. The people that would order one salad and an etra bowl and some extra dressing so they could split it. then they'd have the temerity to ask for extra croutons. The people that would come in and sit down, wait 3 minutes and then complain loudly that they'd been sat down half an hour and still I hadn't come to the table. A plague on these people, and their underpants. Bah!