"Joan Rivers, Legendary Comedienne, Dies at 81"

"Joan Rivers, the blunt, tart-tongued celebrity and talk show host who reconstructed her career time and time again en route to becoming one of the most memorable female comics of all time, has died. She was 81."

Joan Rivers live at the Apollo, London.

Goodness comments to the articles on Joan River's medical emergency are vile. Yes. Not only are people stupid, way off base, they are actually malevolent in ways indicating a type of mental disorder. Must everything be about politics? They must. Because of the following. I wonder, "where in the world does a remark like this come from?" Out of the blue, disconnected with events. Divorced from fact. Here is a man spoon-fed his politics who then spits out his own vile worldly-knowledge onto his little baby bib, projecting his own disorder onto others.  

ArlingtonVA's Finest • 9 hours ago

Uh-oh. It's only a matter of time before hyperventilating GOP teebaggers begin shrieking uncontrollably, and blame this ugly woman's health problems on Obama, Hillary, Benghazi, gay marriage, atheists, or women using birth control pills.

Brace yourselves, folks.

Dumbass cannot even spell tea baggers, but he does have somebody's balls in his mouth. That is how he thinks he knows so much about people he does not even know, fancying himself knowledgeable while knowing nothing at all.  Shrieking about politics on an item about a comedian's health emergency, who herself is undoubtedly liberal Democrat while projecting that shrieking onto others.  If he knew the slightest whereof he speaks he would join tea party activists and not project his own serious mental disorder onto straight thinking people.

Joan Rivers is funny. Vile, yes. Rude, yes. un p.c., yes, yes, yes. That is what makes her funny. I see in my history I've viewed some 10 or so of her videos. I do find the humor a bit worn. Still she has me laughing outright here and there. And I cannot think of a single political activist who does. I keep imagining her when she is not "on" and still funny in ways that I find my own best friends funny, vile, rude, and un p.c., willing to transgress the things usually held sacred, at least sacrosanct. Willing to toss out the opposite for shock, just for an impolite laugh.

Or a groan.

Just as well a groan as a laugh.

Do you know what Beethoven is up to these days?

Decomposing.

Awwww. Grow up! Her humor arises from a willingness to face directly life's abuses, to pull things right off the wall, a groan every bit as good as a laugh.

The LDS guy I mentioned earlier in the ice bucket challenge post was showing me around once his linebacker friend showed up, a huge black guy oddly named Harold both incongruently discussing a new marble countertop that is vast in a kitchen that sees only microwaved dinners. I honestly could not care less. I expected to slide one in unnoticed, my own little secret, my own private laugh, but surprisingly both of them caught it, "I do like marble countertops but nowadays they are used so extensively one tends to take them for granite." They both stopped dead and glared at me conveying silently, "you ass." I thought it was funny: an LDS stricken man  and a black linebacker discussing interior design. Who knew they were perceptive to puns?