REGURGITATIONS

     I know it's not politically correct to call someone "retarded."  I would have called my Aunt Sue mentally challenged but she corrected me on that issue a few years back.  She was quite clear, "I don't know what they call it nowadays but I was born retarded and I will die retarded. That's what I call it. That's just how it is and that's what I call it."      I had not seen my aunt in thirteen years.  The last time I had seen her was on a visit with my wife.  About an hour after meeting my aunt, my wife would die in a motorcycle accident.  I had been to the area a couple of times since then but was not sure where my aunt lived so I did not attempt to visit her.      My last show before moving to Los Angeles was in Anniston, Alabama.  This is the hometown of my relatives.  I called my cousins and let them know I was in town.  I visited with them and they attended my comedy shows....

     "Today I had to break up a fight between a retarded child and a child with Downs Syndrome. I angrily pulled them apart.  'What the hell is going on here?  What are you two fighting about.'  The retarded child responded, 'I told him he is dumb.'  The Downs Syndrome child immediately responded, 'He's dumb!"  I hesitated for a few seconds before responding, 'Well... technically you are both...."  The audience erupted in laughter.  I continued with the second part of the joke. "The retarded child pointed at the other child, 'He is dumber than me because he has a genetic mutation of the twenty first chromosome...'  I interrupted, 'Are you sure you are retarded? That is a lot of complex information for ....."  Again the audience erupted in laughter.       This was the second time I had performed this joke.  The first time it also met with an eruption of laughter.  After...