Tim Renkow seems to get away with saying pretty much anything he wants – partly due to having severe cerebral palsy, and partly because, as a result, he just doesn't care what you think. Dare to heckle him. See what happens.
There are no barriers that this man isn’t prepared to kick over, and slaughter all who cower on the other side. No group is safe from his rampage. Only the repeated and heavy abuse of everyone that he could possibly offend will sate him.
While it may be that Renkow is being offensive for the sake of it, it is still hilarious. He just focuses entirely on topics most comedians wouldn’t go near. The laughs are still earned and it’s much more than just the shock value that is getting them. He carefully ramps up each joke until the audience think it can’t get any more repugnant, then gives the screw that extra quarter turn to make sure they will never forget it.
All of Renkow’s subject matter is firmly in the realms of the darkest and most twisted imaginable: how to get rid of bodies; his favourite paedophile; describing the appearance of the prophet Mohammed so he can be drawn by his friend live during the show; the dangers of a neo-Nazi lap dance. It’s like a showcase of the abhorrent. Each joke taking us deeper into a cave of guilty laughs until there is no return. From these shadowy depths he shines bright. Go find him if you dare.