She and her 3 mates were 30 minutes late actually, and, internally, I dealt with that. We’re all stupid sometimes. But the chatter got up my nose, so I handled it, and her husband and the other spouse just stared at me, as menacingly as they could. I finally went back to them near the end of my set, and they seemed alright, but then persian men will flirt with anyone.
I’d forgotten they ever existed (of course) but when I got this, I laughed and laughed. You’ll see why. Especially around the black people stuff. I don’t talk about the floods in New Orleans that way, but now that she’s written I do, I think I might. It’s funny. Although why she’s funny she doesn’t understand. Really she lacks an intellectual grasp of, well, anything. And one wonders, why on this Christian Earth did they leave the house? Or go to live comedy? Or for that matter, come to see ME???
She’s attempting restraint, which I admire, especially in religious extremists, but we all know she’s just dying to call me a faggot. Or whatever disparaging word her people use. Something with spit and anger involved I’m sure, but then that’s the final irony, because again, middle eastern men prefer the company of men. In every way. Wonder what their word is for that. Her husband was hot, and he winked at me on his way out of the club. So maybe someday soon, I’ll hear the word, whispered in my ear. Praise Allah.
Good Afternoon Mr. Capurro,
I am not sure if you will remember me, but I was the “Iraqi” who showed up late to the 9:00 show on Saturday night with three “Iranians” (one of which was actually Afghani, go figure). We sat at the table to the left of the stage from your vantage point.
I guess I will start with the beginning. You “greeted” us by calling one of our friends a hooker as soon as we walked in, I am assuming you did this because she was talking, since you followed it by telling her to “shut the **** up”, and I just found that to be rather uncouth.
I was alright through most of your routine, even by making an assumption that we were terrorists, and wondering what we were doing to cause our late arrival. That was funny.
The other thing that was upsetting to me is that you apparently do not study the things you talk about. You kept on calling Iraq a sh**hole and saying it always was, but that just isn’t true. Before the gulf war, Iraq had a bustling economy… and it was actually more “westernized” than what you seemed to think. My mom did her undergrad there, and her college photos don’t look too different from her classmates at UCSF medical school who studied their undergrad in and around San Francisco.
Also, for the Muslims in the audience misrepresenting their holy word and using their holy book when you run out of toilet paper was really disrespectful. I really don’t know what else to say about this, because it just made my jaw drop.
In general, my husband Fred and I are not offended by comedians, because we understand what they are saying is all in good fun. Some of our favorite comics certainly use a lot of crass humor. But even he, who is way more easygoing than I, felt pretty uncomfortable at your show… and it wasn’t only the middle eastern issues that were disturbing. When you started talking about the black hurricane Katrina victims floating in the water face down, I was ready to walk out. Those people didn’t die solely because they didn’t know how to swim… they died because there was no one there to help them.
I think there are comedians who know how to make terrible things funny, and then there are people who try to make fun of terrible things and end up not accomplishing their goal.
I haven’t researched your name at all to know what type of audience you attract, but I can assure you, if you stay within that second group, your act will not grow to allow you to do more profitable things.
Lastly, I could have come at you in the same profanity-laden way you delivered your insults, and I didn’t. I only hope if you respond, you will honor that respect, by showing it as well.
Thank you,
Valia