Bloggasm

In an interview that vaguely stands out in my mind, Trey Parker and Matt Stone admitted that their movie Baseketball had a lot of derpity derp jokes. To illustrate what a “derpity derp” joke was, they used a Rob Schneider movie as an example. They’re obvious jokes that you can see coming a mile away, jokes that you almost feel sorry for the person making them when he finally makes it to the punchline. If I can intrude even further into my own expansion on the definition, the reason that you can see a “derp” joke coming is because it has been wrung out to dry with its repetitive juggling through pop culture until it’s nothing but a cliche.

Even though Rob Schneider makes a great poster child for the derp joke, nobody encompasses the epitome of the derp joke like Carlos Mencia. Long time readers of Bloggasm already know that I hate Carlos “Ned Holness” Mencia, but lately this hatred hasn’t been enough. I’ve now begun to wonder why it is I hate him, and this has become just as frustrating as the very hatred itself.

Every time I see his face in a commerical and he makes the dreaded “De De-De” outburst (his version of what a retarded person would sound like, his most-repeated phrase), I’m filled with the old familiar disgust, but then immediately after this disgust, I have to face self-reflection. Why do I feel this complete loathing for the man? I mean, he’s a terrible comic, sure, but that can’t be all of it. For instance, the other day I was watching one of Comedy Central’s stand-up shows, and the woman on there, after a few decent jokes, starting telling bomb after bomb. Eventually, I just turned off the television and went about my day. I certainly didn’t feel any ill-will towards the comic.

But with Carlos Mencia, I’m unable to simply turn off the television. Yeah, you heard me right. I actually watch his show. I’ve seen several Mind of Mencia episodes, far more than someone who hates the show should have watched. This leads to not only self-reflection, but also self-resentment as well, because I know that his show makes money off people watching it–and by extension his advertisers–and by watching it I am simply fueling the flames. This must be similar to how liberals feel whenever they speak out against the latest Ann Coulter fiasco. They know deep down that they shouldn’t give her any more free publicity, from which her entire career is based on, but at the same time they find themselves denouncing her over and over again, until she’s at the top of every news headline.

So why is it that I hate Carlos Mencia? It’s a question that plagues me every single time I see the preview for his season finale. Is it his whole high-school immature persona? That he thinks that by simply being racist that this means he can be funny? The fact that he’s supposed to be some malnourished replacement for Dave Chappelle? I don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s something so powerful that every time I see a preview for his show, I have to exclaim out loud–regardless if anyone’s actually in the room to hear me–that I hate Carlos Mencia, or at the very least, make some kind of “grr” sound to show my dislike.

Perhaps it’s the knowledge that somehow, somewhere, there are high school kids and frat boys laughing at his jokes. There has to be, it can’t be that every single one of his viewers are like me, simply watching the show out of some magnetic hatred that won’t allow me to change the channel. Who are you people who keep his show from getting cancelled? And what exactly are you holding ransom for our beloved airwaves?

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