You know, you'd think a self-proclaimed "edgy" comedian using his fandom as the premise for a joke that's far more shock value than wit or substance would know better than this. At this point, I'm not surprised by the over-the-top humor turned inevitable apology pattern, but from someone who claims to make his living by way of laughter? This isn't some anonymous troll living up to his egg avatar, or some journalist being a jackass. On the contrary, this would be the equivalent of a journalist not knowing the difference between "your" and "you're". Expressing his up's and down's in a digestible way is literally his occupation, so shamelessly hiding behind the art form might be a pretty good tip off that he's not all that great at said art form. Andrew Polk's job is to entertain an audience, and he failed so badly in doing so that I can't even figure out who the hell his audience is. Judging by his desire for their versatile, star forward to turn up dead, I'm going to go out on a limb and say he wasn't playing to Warriors fans. However, by bringing up the murder rate of a proud sports' city like New Orleans, he certainly wasn't pandering to the Pelicans fans with whom I'm assuming his rooting interest was aligned. I guess I'm just wondering why he thought his one-in-a-million attempt at using homicide for humor would work for even the half-a-second in which he regrettably pushed 'Tweet'? I'd imagine the fact that sometimes jokes simply miss is something that even the most accomplished of comedians struggle with, but they're a hell of a lot more likely to fall short of their target when there was never an intended target in the first place. Any funny man who is worth the price of admission would know that, so I'm more offended by his job title than his joke. Especially since it's disingenuous to claim "edginess" minutes before jumping off the internet cliff by deleting your account due to the most predictable of backlash...
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