The neuroscientist was cursed, as he had to make a joke out of everything. His compulsive urge to constantly crack jokes was his attempt to enhance social bonding, but his perception and values were a bit off kilter, so many times he was the only one laughing. People suffering from an eating disorder, did not think that his fat jokes were funny at all. The situation just kept getting worse as his sense of humor went totally out of control. Political correctness had arrived and gone were the days where he could get away with insulting groups of people who are socially disadvantaged or discriminate against, single out, or victimize others.
He loved to sing, “Bomb, bomb, bomb Iran” instead of ‘Barbara Ann’ and this got him in trouble with the FBI as he was singing this in an airport. Homeland Security came to his house after his facebook post got flagged where he said, “I’m f—ed in the head so bad that I’m going to shoot up a kindergarten and watch the blood of the innocent rain down and then I will eat the beating heart of one of them”, which definitely crossed the line. Secret Service broke down his door, because of his Twitter rant where he posted a Donald Trump joke about water sports, which they thought was too extreme and un-American. He was deranged and he had become a social outcast, and then one day his vulgar, salacious and obscene jokes had run their course because he pissed off the wrong people, insulting the mafia. They sent him a dead fish to put an end to his antics and he was never seen again.
Written for 6/15/19 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “social”.