It was Saturday morning, April 14, when I decided I was going to head to The Landmark in Syracuse to catch Daniel Tosh, a comedian who has grown famous because of his web-fueled show Tosh.O.
Tosh isn’t your average comedian. He’s a foul-mouthed, skinny white male who decided he’s allowed to base his stand-up routine on sexism, racism and making fun of all people in general.
On his show, he plays random video clips from the Internet, then makes a gaggle of offensive jokes about whites, blacks, Asians, Jews, Christians, fat people, skinny people and anyone else you can possibly imagine. He usually makes a goofy face, one which is supposed to tell people he’s just joking. Often times I find myself laughing at his antics, but I never really think too deeply about what is really happening.
That all changed when I saw his stand-up routine. I admit, wholeheartedly, that I thought his show was gut-splittingly hilarious, and I nearly wet myself after some of his jokes.
As the show went on, his mouth kept spitting out humor about the poor, about people in comas, about everything that a normal person wouldn’t dare make fun of. Again, I didn’t bat an eye.
I got up to grab a beer, and while walking to the back, I noticed the crowd was nearly 100 percent white. There was no diversity whatsoever; a bunch of white people were sitting around laughing at things about everyone but white people.
When I got back to my seat, Tosh uttered a joke about how people who live through comas shouldn’t be allowed to live when they wake up. I thought, at that point, I was going to run onstage and punch that little twit in the face. You see, a little more than a year ago, my brother was in a bad accident and was in a coma for nearly four months. He survived, but is fighting to return to shape in a rehabilitation hospital, where he goes through intensive therapy.