Brain Droppings

Brain Droppings

Brain droppings by George Carlin A leather-bound, signed first edition of this book has been published by The Easton Press. Copyright ® 1997, Comedy Concepts, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used r reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the Pubisher. Printed in the United States of America. For information address Hyperion, 77 West 66th Street, New York, New York 10023. Book Design by Spinning Egg Design Group, Inc. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Carlin, George. Brain droppings / George Carlin. p. cm. ISBN 0-7868-6313-7 1. American wit and humor. I. Title. PN6162.C275 1997 818′.5402—dc21 96-52373 CIP Paperback ISBN: 0-7868-8321-9 FIRST PAPERBACK EDITION J 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

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I would like to acknowledge the invaluable assistance and direction I received from my (very first) editor in assembling this book. Laurie Abkemeier took the many disparate items I turned in and somehow fashioned a coherent book. Her calm, professional style also helped keep my inner maniac somewhat in check. Somewhat. Thank you, Laurie.

This would also be a good time to acknowledge and express gratitude for the wise and careful guidance my career has received over the past 15 years from Jerry Hamza. His judgment, generosity, and belief in my career’s long-term potential have helped me reach a level I never expected. It isn’t often a performer can say his manager is also his best friend. I can. By the way, it helps a little that Jerry’s inner maniac is even weirder than mine.

And finally, a sincere thank you to my first boss in radio, Joe Monroe, who, when I was 18, told me always to write down my ideas and save them. He also gave me my start. Thanks, buddy.

“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.. .. “No artist is pleased. . . . [There is no] satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” —Martha Graham to Agnes de Mille, Martha: The Life and Work of Martha Graham “We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.” —Kahlil Gib ran, Sand and Foam

PREFACE

For a long time, my stand-up material has drawn from three sources. The first is the English language: words, phrases, sayings, and the ways we speak. The second source, as with most comedians, has been what I think of as the “little world,” those things we all experience every day: driving, food, pets, relationships, and idle thoughts. The third area is what I call the “big world”: war, politics, race, death, and social issues. Without having actually measured, I would say this book reflects that balance very closely.

The first two areas will speak for themselves, but concerning the “big world,” let me say a few things.

I’m happy to tell you there is very little in this world that I believe in. Listening to the comedians who comment on political, social, and cultural issues, I notice most of their material reflects an underlying belief that somehow things were better once and that with just a little effort we could set them right again. They’re looking for solutions, and rooting for particular results, and I think that necessarily limits the tone and substance of what they say. They’re talented and funny people, but they’re nothing more than cheerleaders attached to a specific, wished-for outcome.

I don’t feel so confined. I frankly don’t give a fuck how it all turns out in this country—or anywhere else, for that matter. I think the human game was up a long time ago (when the high priests and traders took over), and now we’re just playing out the string. And that is, of course, precisely what I find so amusing: the slow circling of the drain by a once promising species, and the sappy, ever-more-desperate belief in this country that there is actually some sort of “American Dream,” which has merely been misplaced.

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The decay and disintegration of this culture is astonishingly amus-ng if you are emotionally detached from it. I have always viewed it rom a safe distance, knowing I don’t belong; it doesn’t include me, ind it never has. No matter how you care to define it, I do not iden-ify with the local group. Planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, )arty, union, club, association, neighborhood improvement committee; have no interest in any of it. I love and treasure individuals as I meet hem, I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.

So, if you read something in this book that sounds like advocacy )f a particular political point of view, please reject the notion. My nterest in “issues” is merely to point out how badly we’re doing, not :o suggest a way we might do better. Don’t confuse me with those who :ling to hope. I enjoy describing how things are, I have no interest in low they “ought to be.” And I certainly have no interest in fixing hem. I sincerely believe that if you think there’s a solution, you’re )art of the problem. My motto: Fuck Hope!

P.S. Lest you wonder, personally, I am a joyful individual with a ong, happy marriage and a close and loving family. My career has :urned out better than I ever dreamed, and it continues to expand. I im a personal optimist but a skeptic about all else. What may sound :o some like anger is really nothing more than sympathetic contempt. view my species with a combination of wonder and pity, and I root “or its destruction. And please don’t confuse my point of view with :ynicism; the real cynics are the ones who tell you everything’s gonna )e all right.

P.P.S. By the way, if, by some chance, you folks do manage to straighten things out and make everything better, I still don’t wish to )e included.

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Here’s something I can do without: People ahead of me on the supermarket line who are paying for an inexpensive item by credit card or personal check. People! Take my word for this: Tic Tacs is not a major purchase. And, I get just as discouraged when a guy who’s buying a simple jar of spaghetti sauce tries to pay with a letter of credit from the Bank of Liechtenstein. Folks, carry some fuckin’ money around, will ya? It comes in handy! No one should be borrowing money from a bank at 18 percent interest to buy a loaf of bread.

And what about these cretins at the airport gift shop who think somehow they’re in the Mall of America? It’s an airport! I’m standin’ there with one newspaper and a pack of gum; I gotta get to my plane. Why does the genetic defective ahead of me choose this moment to purchase a complete set of dishes and a new fall wardrobe? What is this, fuckin’ Macy’s? And of course, the clerk lady has to carefully wrap each dish separately, but she’s working real fast—because she’s eighty-nine!! Plus she’s from Sri Lanka. The rural part. And now dish-man wants to know if it’s okay to use Turkish traveler’s checks. You know what I do? I steal things. Fuck ‘em! I grab a handful of candy bars and six magazines and head for the gate. My attitude? It wasn’t their stuff to begin with.

GEORGE CARLIN ME W rtUSEDO X Guys who always harmonize the last few notes of “Happy Birthday.” > X People over 40 who can’t put on reading glasses without rnakin’g self-conscious remarks about their advancing age. - ‘?’.’ X Guys who wink when they’re kidding. X Men who propose marriage on the giant TV screen at a sports stadium.