It's nice to find that everyone at Notre Dame has such a great sense of humor. Everybody loved the Keenan Revue last week. It didn't offend anyone. These were only jokes. Aren't we all laughing, you disgusting male perverted pieces of perverted unfunny crapulence?

If you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic. Except for the crapulence part. That I meant. Now for the real part of the letter.

Did you notice how most of the students were laughing only with their mouths? According to the New Testament, that doesn't count. Just because it is a tradition, just because it is funny, doesn't mean that it is an acceptable and legal activity. Because I pronounce it evil.

We do not have to smile at something that pokes fun at mean people. And yet, the ushers forced me to smile at gunpoint. The Keenan Revue is supposed to be comedy of an exaggerated nature, but it is impossible to call it exaggerated comedy. I'd like to see you try. It is hoped that all students band together to destroy Keenan Hall immediately, despite the Revue's popularity. It is also hoped that this starts a trend of Notre Dame students taking activities they enjoy and applying literary criticism until they hate them. It takes a village, people. It really does. Perhaps just as disturbing as the actual jokes was the fact that the audience refused to physically harm the Keenan residents by pelting them with rocks, garbage, or a combination of rocks and garbage. The laughter was loud, the criticism silent. Yes, there was active stifling opinions and suppression of free speech going on throughout the Notre Dame community. And I am the lone voice, crying in the dark. And these tears are wet.

Christa McCarthy
Pangborn '01