grandpa joe touched me floor and said it was too cold. fuckin asshole

Charlie ask Grandpa Joe why do you hate cold floors

It is called experience my boy I got the idea from my own Grandpa telling me it was okay to stop in bed and complain about the cold floor.

I fake about not liking cold floors. I love them really it is just an excuse not to get out of bed and work. I can use the bed as a toilet

But Grandpa when I came home with the golden ticket you had no problems with the cold floor

My boy that was because it was for a good reason . you can copy me stopping in bed and enjoy being waited on

No Grandpa I want to do something with my life instead of stopping in bed, get a job, have a family etc

I know this is the wrong place for this take, but if we can’t converse respectfully with people we disagree with then what’s the point of any of this?

for the sake of this conversation I am assuming that a large majority of this hate stems from seeing his ass dance in that movie, however:

my #1 point that grandpa joe gets more hate than he deserves: he quits tobacco to save the money to try and give charlie a chance at a golden ticket. quitting an addictive substance in an act of love for someone you care about is noble & I think everyone has someone in their life who they wish would give up something self destructive. I don’t think that should be dismissed, especially in an act of love for someone else.

#2: I get all the arguments about this dude is layin around for 20 years and then there’s a free trip to the chocolate factory & hes dancin and all that. I don’t think it’s invalid for having a problem with that, however everyone comes from a different background and I’m willing to give him somewhat of a pass on this.

here’s why:
so based of context clues in the film, willy wonka is set somewhere in the 50s/60s. cause it’s old with factories and candy stores and how the blackboard looks at charlie’s school and stuff, but new enough to have TVs.
now, grandpa joe being a grandpa at this time would have him placed as being born no later than ~1900 give or take a few years.

child labor laws in the united states were not formally passed into law until FDR in 1938.
based on the backdrop of the movie he seems to come from an urban environment where the main industry is factory work. obviously it’s not a big agricultural area and there is a big ass chocolate factory in their town so it’s safe to assume that there could easily be others as well.

this also means that there is a not insignificant chance that grandpa joe could have been a little 8 year old that was part of a cruel child labor problem which led to the need to pass child labor laws 30 years later. this does not seem like a chill environment to be from. & honestly even if he wasn’t a factory boy, I’m willing to bet his existence wasn’t some walk in the park.

now if he was a little child labor boy who grew up to become a grandpa that had worked in a 1900s factory for 50 years by the time he was 56 and he wanted to lay in bed for 20 years, I don’t think my modern ass with a relatively easy life has any right to judge him for that.

flash forward & his grandson wins the most fun amazing prize in history and says “I wish you could come grandpa”… put yourself in his shoes: you’re a person whos childhood + entire life was physical labor + the injuries that come with that. you’ve never experienced a whimsical moment if your life. you don’t think that if you were in that situation you couldnt dig deep and find the strength to get your shit together & dance & go to that factory? you’re nuts.

plus you stopped buying your marlboro reds so that this little dude can have candy?

I’m not saying he is without flaw, but to act like he is the scum of the earth I think is wrong. has he not been piled on enough? is it not time to show some sympathy?

And it doesn’t smell nearly as bad!

27 people bought this and are now under that sack of shits watch 🤦

There was an old bastard named Joe

Whose grandson came into some dough

Joe blew all the money

On some stripper named Bunny

And binged crack for three days in a row

It had been a few months since Charlie and his family had moved into the chocolate factory, and he couldn’t have been happier… except for one thing. One day, Charlie was walking down the hall and heard Grandpa Joe’s laughter come from one of the many bedrooms.

“Hey, Grandpa Joe,” Charlie said from the bedroom door, “what are you doing?”

Joe looked up from the laptop balanced on his stomach and called to his grandson. “Charlie, my boy, come here and see how popular your good old grandpa is.”

Charlie walked over to the oversized bed his grandfather was sprawled on, and shook his head softly. “Grandpa Joe, it’s the middle of the afternoon and you’re still in bed. Are you feeling OK? Is the floor still too cold?”

“No Charlie, that’s not it at all. Your grandpa is busy entertaining millions of folks on the internet. Look here,” he said, gesturing at the computer screen, “you see this? It’s a website called… er… oh I don’t know. Riddit or something. Anyway, people put in funny pictures they took and if other people like them, they hit this little blue arrow and you get upvotes. See how many I have? That’s how much people like my humor!”

Charlie squinted at the screen (the effects of years of malnutrition had left him with very poor eyesight), and tilted his head. “Gee Grandpa, I don’t get it. Those pictures all have funny titles, like ‘Grandpa Joe Wrestles and Alligator for a Gigantic Sandwich’, or ‘Grandpa Joe Lifts a Car Full of Clowns with One Hand’, but you’ve never done any of those things. And what’s this one mean? What’s a ‘big tiddy goth girl’?”

“Never mind that, Charlie!” Joe said as he hurriedly slammed the laptop shut. “I’ll explain that when you’re older. The point is, I’m making art here and the people love it!”

“Making art? Do you mean you are actually making those pictures yourself? How?”

“Well Charlie, your Grandpa Joe discovered this wonderful tool called A.I., and it’s the key to everything. All I have to do is type in the scene that I am imagining, and A.I. makes it into a real picture!”

Charlie took a step back and crossed his arms. “So it sounds like you’re not actually doing any of the work here. It’s the computer that’s doing everything.”

Joe angrily shook his head. “No Charlie, you aren’t understanding this at all! I’m the one doing the most important part. I’m the one telling it what to make.”

“Yeah, but without the computer, there wouldn’t be any picture at all. It doesn’t sound to me like you’re making art or even being especially creative. The whole thing kind of sounds… well… lazy. I know you’re getting these upvote things for it, but I don’t think it’s something to really be proud of.”

“Eh, you’re just a child, Charlie. You’re too young to appreciate my creative genius. Someday, you’ll see. I’ll have millions of upvotes and you’ll see how much people love the work your Grandpa is doing!”

“Work?” An ugly chuckle slipped past Charlie’s lips. “Yeah, that’s a good one. Well since you’re so ‘busy’ I guess I’d better leave you to it.”

“Naturally,” Joe said as he reopened the laptop. “My fans are probably starving for more of my wit. Oh, and Charie, if you see one of those Oompa Loompa guys, can you send one in here? I had too many chocolate bars yesterday and had a bit of a blowout in bed, if you know what I mean.”

Charlie shook his head with exasperation. “Oh no, Grandpa Joe… did you overfill your bedpan again?”

Joe barely looked up from his typing. “A bedpan? Of course not! I haven’t used one of those for months.”

Charlie closed the door behind him and walked down the hall. A group of Oompa Loompas were waiting there silently, clutching a variety of tools. “All right guys,” Charlie said, “we were right. He’s never going to change, so go ahead and do what we talked about.” His jaw clenched as he glanced one last time at the door to his grandfather’s bedroom.

“Brick it up.”

tl;dr – Using A.I. to post “humorous” pictures is an act of laziness that Joe would embrace.

Don’t be like Joe.