2 thoughts on “George Carlin and the American Dream”
honshadessaid:
A raconteur who is a talented philosopher is a wondrous thing with a heart. Without a heart becomes problematic. I’m reflecting on myself in part. I have seriously been listening in bursts to the late Norm MacDonald. I found him more than grievous that he overlaid loud amounts of vulgarity on the frog (only properly understood when it’s taken to heart I wrote it in an idle moment). I have to say I suddenly saw MacDonald recently. It went to my heart. I saw a brilliant man instead of a vulgar fool as I had for years when it was eating me up that he ran with the vulgarity of the toad and the fool. Ran is not appropriate. Romped. He romped off with the toad.
Something happened in my heart and I next realised it broke a little for him and for me.
I suddenly saw what Norm MacDonald fans knew. Norm was a philosopher. Norm the wordsmith in one of his most extreme attempts to confront and expose the society he played to played the frog. I was astounded by the flood of feelings of real empathy that poured into my thoughts remembering again he had passed.
George Carlin’s execution of his high point in this delivery, exposing, brutal, his viewpoint about golf but far more fills a place for me in my heart similarly, where I cannot fit but experience a truth, for me a bridge and an inrush of affection for Carlin as well as this craft. I do not fit where I am excluded. I cannot visualise ever playing golf. I have it all and I do not mind so very much anymore because where I live in my space it is a universal space that includes anger as I have matured in ageing – poverty, homelessness, prejudice, gender trauma, race trauma, empathy and not only for others anymore .
I found a regret. I could have given Norm MacDonald the time before his passing to tell him this wild woman put pen to paper and wrote the frog joke. It may have been possible to converse with him and may have been meaningful for him. Regrets. I’ve had a few. I’ve rarely thought of myself as enough.
What a beautiful comment, our dear ‘shoe. I’m sorry I missed it earlier.
Your last sentence resonates so strongly for me. I coped by ignoring those thoughts but as I’ve gotten older and the world we live in has gotten colder I’ve become very sensitive to criticism- especially unfair and unhelpful criticism.
Give me e a fucking break – I’m 70 years old and still kicking on.
I read on LinkedIn quite a lot about “imposter syndrome” and when my lovely First Mate asks me how come a person as brilliant as me ( her words) lacks self esteem/ self confidence, I think it’s because of the accumulation of jibes and barbs over a lifetime.
‘Shoe, in the last half dozen years I’ve lost a half a dozen jobs. Apparently because I am wont to speak the truth without thinking about how that might be perceived. It’s like how badly whistle blowers get treated by arse-covering scoundrels.
Darling ‘shoe, you are waay more than enough. And that’s the right amount. Xx.
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A raconteur who is a talented philosopher is a wondrous thing with a heart. Without a heart becomes problematic. I’m reflecting on myself in part. I have seriously been listening in bursts to the late Norm MacDonald. I found him more than grievous that he overlaid loud amounts of vulgarity on the frog (only properly understood when it’s taken to heart I wrote it in an idle moment). I have to say I suddenly saw MacDonald recently. It went to my heart. I saw a brilliant man instead of a vulgar fool as I had for years when it was eating me up that he ran with the vulgarity of the toad and the fool. Ran is not appropriate. Romped. He romped off with the toad.
Something happened in my heart and I next realised it broke a little for him and for me.
I suddenly saw what Norm MacDonald fans knew. Norm was a philosopher. Norm the wordsmith in one of his most extreme attempts to confront and expose the society he played to played the frog. I was astounded by the flood of feelings of real empathy that poured into my thoughts remembering again he had passed.
George Carlin’s execution of his high point in this delivery, exposing, brutal, his viewpoint about golf but far more fills a place for me in my heart similarly, where I cannot fit but experience a truth, for me a bridge and an inrush of affection for Carlin as well as this craft. I do not fit where I am excluded. I cannot visualise ever playing golf. I have it all and I do not mind so very much anymore because where I live in my space it is a universal space that includes anger as I have matured in ageing – poverty, homelessness, prejudice, gender trauma, race trauma, empathy and not only for others anymore .
I found a regret. I could have given Norm MacDonald the time before his passing to tell him this wild woman put pen to paper and wrote the frog joke. It may have been possible to converse with him and may have been meaningful for him. Regrets. I’ve had a few. I’ve rarely thought of myself as enough.
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What a beautiful comment, our dear ‘shoe. I’m sorry I missed it earlier.
Your last sentence resonates so strongly for me. I coped by ignoring those thoughts but as I’ve gotten older and the world we live in has gotten colder I’ve become very sensitive to criticism- especially unfair and unhelpful criticism.
Give me e a fucking break – I’m 70 years old and still kicking on.
I read on LinkedIn quite a lot about “imposter syndrome” and when my lovely First Mate asks me how come a person as brilliant as me ( her words) lacks self esteem/ self confidence, I think it’s because of the accumulation of jibes and barbs over a lifetime.
‘Shoe, in the last half dozen years I’ve lost a half a dozen jobs. Apparently because I am wont to speak the truth without thinking about how that might be perceived. It’s like how badly whistle blowers get treated by arse-covering scoundrels.
Darling ‘shoe, you are waay more than enough. And that’s the right amount. Xx.
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