People don’t understand what’s funny anymore. You basically have to tell them when to laugh—and that burden often falls on yours truly.
“He’s just trolling us,” I say to my wife, as I pay two hundred dollars for eggs and our town gets measles for the second year in a row.
“It’s actually so hilarious,” I explain as we discover we’ve been purged from voter rolls. She’s not chuckling yet, but I think she’s starting to get it.
The mainstream media takes him too seriously. The truth is, it’s all a big overreaction to some good old-fashioned gags.
“It’s just a prank,” I remind the bank teller as I take out a personal loan for my annual physical. I look up at a nearby television, where he’s announcing a new plan to hunt people for sport.
See that big grin of his? “What a trickster,” I smirk as I agree to a 50 percent interest rate and put a lien on my kidneys.
“It’s all a big joke,” I remind my children as we watch an infomercial for his new mandatory cryptocurrency on the only news channel we’re allowed to stream.