Tiger Woods Jokes-a Tie Between Dirty Silly Billy and Mother Wit

With Tiger Woods personal drama, comedians hit the jackpot. David Letterman, Jay Leno, Jimmy Kimmel, Conan O'Brien, Stephen Colbert, George Lopez and Wanda Sykes, not to mention Saturday Night Live team and countless others all over the web jumped on Tiger Woods Jokes Express. There are jokes on everything Woods--his infidelities and transgressions, car crash, hospital stay, his wife, including even his wife's twin sister. And on and on it goes.

A very long time ago, we have accepted that choosing celebrities, politicians, sport and public figures as our objects of laughter is normal. Our knowledge of their comings and goings is contributing to our relentless merrymaking that knows no boundaries and no constraints. Nobody is excluded from the exclusive club of laughingstock folks. Not even our friends and relatives. A correlation between knowledge and laughter has long been established.

That Tiger Woods is a fair game, we have recognized as our right. After all, he is a public figure. However, including his wife into these comedy gags, isn't this crossing the line of laughter and taking on the dimension of humiliation?

A clown, a jester, a prankster, a joker, and a fool are all cashing in on Tiger Woods dalliances. Exhibiting their own individual preferences, manners and morals on fidelity, too many self-proclaimed comedians are walking on thin ice between ridicule, humiliation, pompousness, talkativeness and humor turning their straitlaced merry-go-rounds into the laughter-raising campaigns of Thomas the Fool, Simple Simon, Jack-Pudding, Punchinello, and Pantaloon.

We can delight in laughter with everybody's dignity intact. Though dirty Silly Billy and Simple Simon jokes might drive our gloom away, they do not exalt our soul and our heart. We chortle a smile. A Homeric laughter, it is not. Doesn't Mother Wit teach us, above all, a laughter-stealing art?

We do not always need to exercise brazen tomfoolery until we turn it into a rotten laugh pastry. Sexual bibble-babble innuendos at Tiger Woods and his wife expense can't be a substitute for any kind of humor. Degrading Yakkety-Yak is just the cat in a sack on Laughter Express screaming: "Let laughter shine!" and "Take me to the Clown!"

Ignoring the Holy Matrimony of Mother Wit and Wise Man of Gotham, we end up with way too many Tiger Woods laughs un-laughed.

Artificiality of laughter is spelled all over these impertinent gags. They are sappy and flaky, goofy and loony, and far from the felicity of laughter pipe dreams.

Comedians promise us laughter. And yet, to call up the laughing spirits takes more than riding-on-dirty-broomstick witchery. Comedy is a wizard-like job. Its spellbinding quality is not an illusion.

Though our laughter has been changing with the times, its essential nature hasn't changed throughout history. At the core being its innate humanity enlivened by the belief of generations that making laughter is as important as making bread.

We hold dear our frolickers and rollickers, gambolers and rompers. We gibble and gabble and fiddle and faddle through our funny Ha-Ha nights out.

For a while now, at Tiger Woods expense, we have been hee-heeing and ho-hoing and ha-haing our soul into a feast of rejoicing. And on his off-golf-course-affairs gags so far, we voted a tie--Mother Wit and Dirty Silly Billy.