I have a confession to make. I am the chief mind behind the weblog, The Ironic Priesthood. It was a relatively short-lived anonymous humor site that made fun of the BYU Daily Universe and occasional mega-threads in the bloggernacle. I started it for the reason that I believe most people start such things: I was tired of seeing the same old arguments and I figured that I would lampoon the elements of those arguments that I found most ridiculous. Or sometimes I would see something that I thought was silly or incredibly wrong-headed and I would want to try and show why with humor. In any case, it was a project that consumed most of my last summer and then I got too busy to work on it anymore.
I don’t know that I was completely successful. Some of the things I find absurd about the ‘nacle continue unabated. I haven’t really shamed any of the objects of my persecution into silence. But it was a good way to let off steam and I enjoyed myself. It is a pleasure to write something funny. I look over some of those posts now and reminisce about writing them and the feedback they received.
I don’t think that any post I wrote was unduly personal, but they were all attacks. Attacks on what I perceived as hypocrisy, pride, or wrongheadedness. We never see our fatal flaws, but our satirists do. Usually we hate them for pointing our flaws out. Comedy comes from many places, all of them dark. Satire comes from anger and frustration. The world is wrong, so I am going to show the world how wrong it is (or could be). No-one listens to me when I speak nicely, so I am going to speak with barbs. Satire isn’t written by nice people. I wasn’t always a nice person when I wrote it.
What do I think about the satire sites currently going? They are what they are. If you like them, fine. If not, also fine. Satire isn’t to everyone’s taste and there are many grades of satire. Mine was relatively tame, I think, and that is what I prefer (the gentle nudge in the ribs to the kick in the groin). However, people write primarily to please themselves (or, at least, I did).
So there you have it. If you have any questions about the secret life of the anonymous bloggernacle satirist, I will be happy to tell you about mine. Ask away.