Does anyone else crack jokes about terrible historical things because study has dulled your empathy regarding it? I'm not sure if "it's okay, I'm a historian" is an excuse people would accept when I joke about atrocities.
>advert on TV with turkeys going into a spa
>mum says it's weird having that around Christmas because that's no spa, that's an oven
>"yeah, people have fallen for that trick before"
>playing tetris putting stuff on conveyor belt
>brother keeps putting crumpets on top of bread and shit
>"no stop that"
>he says they're the same
>"no, they're similar but they're different. separate but equal"
I tend to repeat phrases I read in propaganda materials, including Nazi anti-Jew materials. Turns out someone I worked with in my Third Reich class was Jewish. Not practicing luckily but still, whoops.
Here's one of his bits, I might get a few of the words wrong, and I can't do the voices, but oh damn, he had all of us laughing.
It's the winter of 1944. A small camp in the Austrian alps. Snow blows across the landscape, blanketing the ugly grey barracks in a faint sheen of pure white as sunrise breaks.
A buzzer rings out, a call for all the inmates to assemble in the central square. Groaning, exhausted, emaciated men hobble out of their beds and form ranks, some eight rows of ten deep.
On a raised platform, the camp Kommandant stands, flanked by two huge SS guards. He fidgets with a megaphone for a moment, before looking out at the throng. Suddenly, he raises it to his lips and bellows.
>I am a man of honor. And honor lies in obeying the chain of command. I do not like my orders, but I will follow them to the letter. Last evening, I received a missive from the Fuhrer himself. Half of you are to go home.
Despite the freezing weather, the hunger, the privation, and the implication that they were to be silent, a ragged cheer breaks out among the inmates, a few of them at the edges of the formation even capering in the snow. The Kommandant waves a fist, and instantly the gathering goes silent.
>I was not finished! There remain a few organizational details for such an order to be carried out. We must arrange transportation, and in these times it is not easy. There will be a short delay before you can leave, but I will do everything in my power to minimize it. You will probably not be ready to leave for a day or so, while we get everything in readiness.
He pauses, lost in thought, and then continues.
>Hans! Rudolf! Get the chainsaws.
I love throwing around "work will set you free" around my brain dead college friends.
Only one to ever get it was my Jewish roommate and we shared a good laugh over it.
I have a friend who's a former muslim and is very vocal about his feelings towards his former faith. He quotes all the bits about 'kill infidel this, kill haram that' and tells the openly gay people who defend it why it would be okay for him to kill them. Good times.
At least according to wiki:
>The first portable chainsaw was developed and patented in 1918 by Canadian millwright James Shand. After he allowed his rights to lapse in 1930 his invention was further developed by what became the German company Festo in 1933. The company now operates as Festool producing portable power tools. Other important contributors to the modern chainsaw are Joseph Buford Cox and Andreas Stihl; the latter patented and developed an electrical chainsaw for use on bucking sites in 1926 and a gasoline-powered chainsaw in 1929, and founded a company to mass-produce them. In 1927, Emil Lerp, the founder of Dolmar, developed the world's first gasoline-powered chainsaw and mass-produced them.
What the heck, anons. Where are you from? I'm as much of a liberal as it gets and I throw far worse shit around all the time. Jokes don't hurt anyone at all. Historical and political taboos, on the other hand, greatly impede the cultural growth of any community. Go ahead and make jokes about literally anything you want to. Just be careful about the audience.
jesus fuck my sides