I like offensive humor. Not the kind that emphasis toilet habits, but the kind that is not allowed in polite company. The sort that screams: Nothing is sacred!

So I’ll come clean. The type of humor that makes me laugh out loud is the sort that would NOT fly at cocktail parties. Even the ones I attend. Alas!

A few days back I linked to plentymag’s environmental humor podcasts. But now I think most of them are a bit lame. They are a little too heavy on the anger. I think if there is a point to be made in humor, it should be done with as few undertones of anger as possible.

With those formalities out of the way, here is a post on being an environmentalist.  An excerpt regarding environmental debates:

 The debate gets bogged down in bogus details. Who gives a shit about CO2 and surface temperature? A lot of us came from places that get buried in snow. We have air conditioning now. Florida real estate developers have long deceived us into thinking a humid swamp is equivalent to some kind of paradise. When people think global warming they think their hometown will be like Tahiti complete with a beach and a obsequious native to bring them fruity drinks with little umbrellas in them.
The point should be that cars stink. Conduct all environmental debates near a tailpipe of a running car. As refreshments serve water from an industrial waste dump. For food serve the latest mad cow burger. Let’s see how long you love autos when this is all you see of them. No need for stats. Just suck in some fumes and see that this can’t be good for me. End of debate. Your opponent will have a hard time coming up with a comeback when he struggling to get proper oxygen to his brain