Back in the Trenches
We're still in this sick court battle. We are scheduled to go to court July 15, we are going to ask for charges of contempt to be brought down on the BCHRT. Three years of my life and totally unemployable (except by the strong of heart); a real collision of worlds, this process must end in some kind of vindication for me but it won't. I can never erase this Spectre. People Google me and they get this streaming radio show I did a couple years ago for these comics: Chuck and Dave. Their main guest didn't show up so they were scrambling for a feature guest. I was there hanging out (with some lesbian comic friends of mine) and jumped in to help out. "Hey man... I can tell ya the story of this human rights case if you want? ... I can make it hip and funny for your regular audience..."
Apart from doing the inane conversational "ya know" thing (that I hate so much) a million times in the Dave and Chuck interview, I also created my new international remote access electronic calling card. I was performing for a dirty foul language hip young show with no holes bared. This is a totally different way than how I handle myself in public or in the workplace, etc. Everybody has two lives; we are all Batmen to some degree. When you're on a camping trip with the boys you carry yourself differently than when you are in the boardroom. Most of us have that luxury. When I do a performance (for free) and it actually overshadows my daily life, I'm left isolated from both worlds.
One of my buddies suggested that I need to be famous for something bigger and better than this bullshit HRT case. Well, I'm hoping we can show the Supreme Court that there exists a conflict between the HRT code and the Charter of Freedom. At least then all this suffering (from every party) won't be for naught and perhaps there could be a slight chance that I might be regarded as a protector and soldier for our national freedom instead of a nasty-tongued crass gay-hating sexist women-beating tyrant. People don't immediately see that Google hit and say, "awe, poor guy, being wrongfully accused by some power hungry left wing sect that has horded influence and power for so long and now threatens our freedom so it should be stopped... and look at him, throwing himself on a bloody grenade for all of us. I get it, I really do..." DO YOU?
No, I really don't think you get it. I HAVE TO BE OBNOXIOUS. I don't want support or understanding because I'm a nice guy, even if I am. I am dancing all Socrates on you. You have to want to believe that even unfunny, crude comics have a right to perform in Canada (humor is subjective). You have to believe that somebody with a different sense of humor, outlook or opinion has the right to express themselves in Canada. I support comics that offend me. I want us to be free to air our thoughts, especially on a comedy stage, in spite of myself. I will not back down even if I wanted to. I will not "save myself" for good taste because I have to make the point that even bad taste is allowed in our society. People see me online and think that's all there is to Guy Earle. I only ever wanted to question the status quo... I only ever wanted us all to question our own beliefs. Shake it up a little. Effect change. Get people to wake up from their fog of self-righteousness... and we get led down the garden path...
On July 15th cross your fingers, do a random act of Canadian Freedom and pray for common sense to all of a sudden (even after 2700 years) make a surprise appearance...
