The Faba

You can move on.

I have a large degree of empathy for the victims. People killed because they live in a society that gives equal opportunity to all poeple, races, and genders. Killed because their society isn't run by Islamic extremists. Coldly murdered because their schools did not teach them to hate and coldly murder those people overseas first. I empathize with those victims because they went about their business, and were killed because some group thousands of miles away didn't like how their government works. I empathize with them because a small group of cowards decided they had the right to judge thousands, and then run and hide in the mountains when the obvious reaction cam about. I empathize with the people in those towers because I know that the highjackers were almost certainly brainwashed, like most suicide bombers, by the group who wanted them to do it. I empathize with the victims because it was a stupid reason for a stupid loss of life.

I find it a 'big deal' because I choose to remember those crimes.


I find these thoughts phrased more eloquently than I could.

Live life man. Life isn’t what you think it’s supposed to be. You’re supposed to Carpe Diem. How do you know that by the way, even though the Latin language hasn’t been spoken in hundreds of years? You know that you’re not supposed to go gently into that good night when that bell tolls for thee. We know this, yet we allow ourselves not to laugh, to be retentive, to hold everything in even though we have the freedoms that other people don’t have. Our women don’t get shot in the head when they don’t believe anything. Our women wear miniskirts that are literally this short, and when they go to nightclubs they look at guys like me and go “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!” “Your Va-gin-a!”

See, you got to laugh while you can. And see here’s the fun part, people at home, laughing their asses off, loving it - because we want to pretend. See, at home it’s cool, ninety percent of the, wait no, sixty to eighty percent of the people who watch Def Jam were white. But when you go see Def Jam Live or you go see the Kings of Comedy you will see almost no white people there - which truly tells me that you love laughing at the brother jokes, but you don’t love laughing at brother jokes when the brothers can look at you laugh because you feel uncomfortable. So when you’re at home you love it and you’re like – “Haha! Those niggers are funny, ha ha ha!” But when you’re there you’re like “That’s wrong! What he said is wrong!”

And you can’t do that. You got to understand what makes life beautiful is the essence of the fact that it can go away. So you don’t want to live like that. You don’t want to be the person, do you? That had a fight, an inconsequential insignificant stupid fight with your spouse. About who’s supposed to open, or close, or turn off the light at that bedtime. So you did it, but you were pissed. And you stayed pissed with your wife, not ‘cause it was real, but “Hell, we’ll make up later, and nothin’ better than make up sex, is there?” And in the morning you woke up and things were still bad, but you kept at it. ‘Cause “Hey, I’m gonna come back, and we’re gonna do it!” And then what happened? You went to your building and you were… saddened on that ninetieth floor. And that happened. And your ass is never going to go back home again. And the best you can do is call your woman or man and say “I love you” and you miss that last night. Why? Because you thought that it would last forever.

See, every comedy show you’ve ever been to ends with a big joke, because that’s what you need. I end with a big joke, you laugh, I say goodnight, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. But that ain’t life my friends. If you learn anything from me, learn one thing. That sometimes… sometimes.

*Walks off stage*

- Carlos Mencia