george carlin – free-floating hostility lyrics
now this next piece of material is real simple. it’s called free-floating hostility. 24 minor cultural items i’m bored with, tired of, and p-ssed at. so i hope you’re ready for a little random anger:
people… people… people who make quote marks in the air with their fingers. are you tired of these people yet? he said he was “sober”. hey lady, “eat me”!
budda-boom budda-bing. the next guy who says to me “budda-boom budda-bing” is getting kicked right in the f-cking nuts. budda-boom mother-f-cker! you want to try budda-bing?
bad hair day. where did this sh-t come from? what a superficial culture. put on a hat and go to work you shallow c-nt. it’s a good thing lewis and clark never had a bad hair day, or daniel boone huh? custer: he had a really bad hair day. but he had it coming, that blond, blue-eyed, criminal f-ck
what about these guys that tell you: “i heard that…”, “i heard that…”, oh you did did you? well isn’t this exciting… what is this, a f-cking hearing test? did i wonder into a beltone commercial here? of course you “heard” you f-cking nimrod. i’m standing right next to ya… i’m going to move down here… i’m going to move a little farther away… blow me! by any chance did you hear that?
what about these people who tell you their needs aren’t being met? you run into this stuff? this is support-group sh-t, twelve-steppers. “my needs aren’t being met”. know what i tell them? “drop some of your needs”. life is a zero-sum game
what else is troubling me? mickey mouse’s birthday being announced on the television news as if it’s an actual event! i don’t give a sh-t! if i cared about mickey mouse’s birthday, i’d have memorized it years ago, and i’d send him a card: “dear mickey, happy birthday, love george”. i don’t do that, why? i don’t give a sh-t! f-ck mickey mouse! f-ck him in the -sshole with a big rubber d-ck, then break it off and beat him with the rest of it. i hope mickey dies. i do, i hope he god-d-mn dies. i hope he gets a hold of some tainted cheese, and dies lonely and forgotten, behind the baseboard of a soiled bathroom, in a poor neighborhood, with his hand in goofy’s pants. mickey mouse – no wonder no one in the world takes our country serious. why do we waste valuable television-time, informing our citizens of the age of an imaginary rodent!
now let me ask you this: the two pandas in the zoo, do you care if they f-ck? i don’t. why don’t they stop telling me on the news “the pandas didn’t f-ck again this year”. i’m not concerned. i have no emotional stake in panda f-cking, all right? if they want to they will, if not, they’ll watch the price is right. probably the only reason they’re not doing it on time is ’cause some j-ck–ff from the environmental movement has moved into the cage with them. could you get a hard-on if some guy in a green t-shirt with a stopwatch was taking your girlfriend’s rectal temperature? leave these creatures alone!
and as long as were talking about the news, i don’t want to hear anything more about sperm-egg donor, surrogate, in vetro, test-tube, biological, adoptive foster parents who want their baby back. baby jane, baby ruth, baby this, baby that, baby it’s cold outside, i don’t give a sh-t. leave me alone and keep it off my tv. sick american sh-t
i’m also tired of hearing about “innocent victims”. this is an outmoded idea. there are no “innocent victims”. if you live on this planet, you’re guilty. period. f-ck you. end of report, next case. next f-cking case! next case. your birth certificate is proof of guilt
and what happened in this country that now suddenly everyone is walking around with their own personal bottle of water? when did we get so thirsty in america? is everybody so dehydrated they have to have their own portable supply of fluids with them at all times? get a drink before you leave the house
another crime against society: hyphenated names. hey lady, pick a f-cking name would you please? pick a f-cking name. “hi i’m emily jericho-fordescu”. hi i’m george jerk-me-off-f-ck-you-too. you don’t acquire personal dignity by adding a name to your name. feminists think it’s a “radical act”. it’s not. castrating a guy in a parking lot with a c-ke bottle is a radical act. hyphenating your name is pretentious bullsh-t
and what is going on with all these telephone-calling plans? mci, at&t, is this sh-t really necessary? when did the phone bill become life’s most critical doc-ment? in a country where you can buy cinnamon dental floss, cheese in a spray can, and eatable women’s panties, are people really breaking their b-lls to save nine cents on a f-cking phone call? talking to your mother once a year might not be the most pleasant thing in the world, but it should not be seen as a critical spending decision
something else i don’t understand: motivation tapes. motivation books. what happened here? suddenly everybody needs to be motivated? it’s a fairly simple thing. either you want to do something or you don’t. what’s the big mystery? besides, if you’re motivated enough to go the store to buy a motivation book, aren’t you motivated enough to do that so you don’t need the book? put it back. tell the clerk “f-ck you”, “i’m motivated”, “i’m going home”, “i’m going home”
and can anyone explain to me the need for one-hour photo-finishing? you just saw the f-cking thing, how can you possibly be nostalgic about a concept like a little while ago?
another complaint: too many vehicles. there are some families in this country who own entirely too many vehicles. you see them on the highway in an rv but that’s not enough for them. the rv’s not enough. behind them they’re towing a motorboat, go-cart, dune-buggy, dirt-bike, jet-ski, snowmobile, para-sail, hang-glider, windsurfing equipment, a hot air balloon, and a small two-man deep-sea diving-bell. doesn’t anyone just take a f-cking walk anymore? the only thing these people lack is a lunar excursion module. too many choices america. it’s not healthy
another abomination: white guys over ten years of age who wear their baseball hats backwards. listen to me white guys. let me tell you something. you’re never going to be as cool as black guys, it’s not going to happen… you’re white, and you’re lame. it’s a f-cking law of nature. turning your hat around and learning a complicated handshake will not make you cool. and you black guys, since you started the whole thing, i’m going to let you stay with the hats a little bit longer, but i think really, once you qualify for social security it’s time to spin that motherf-cker around to the front of you!
another tip. another tip for the men: the earring. the thing with the earrings. it’s over. it’s been over for a long time. doesn’t mean anything anymore. it was supposed to p-ss off the squares. the squares are wearing them now! doesn’t mean anything. it’s just f-cking jewelry, unless you have an earring with a live baby hanging from it. it’s just jewelry. and i want you to know i’m in favor of self-mutilation and personal disfigurement. i’ve always said there’s nothing like puncturing and perforating your skin in a dozen or so places in order to demonstrate your high self-esteem. when i see a young man decorating his scalp with a soldering iron i say: there’s a happy guy, thinks highly of himself
and haven’t we gone a little over-board with these colored ribbons for different causes? every cause has it’s own colored ribbon now. red for aids. blue for child-abuse. pink for breast cancer. green for the rain forest. purple for urban violence. i got a brown one. you know what it means? eat sh-t motherf-cker! eat sh-t motherf-cker!
and what can we do to silence these christian athletes, who thank jesus whenever they win, never mention his name when they lose, not a word. you never hear them say: “jesus made me drop the ball, the good lord tripped me up behind the line of scrimmage”. according to these guys jesus is undefeated. meanwhile these -ssholes are in last place. must be another one of those “miracles”
and speaking of delusional people, what about a guy who hears a voice in his head which tells him to k!ll his entire family, so he does it. is this the only thing a voice in the head ever tells these people to do, is to k!ll others? doesn’t a voice ever tell a guy: “go take a sh-t on the salad bar at wendy’s”. doesn’t a voice… doesn’t a voice tell a guy to take out his d-ck on the merry-go-round once in a while? well some guys do take out their d-cks on the merry-go-round, but usually it’s their own idea
something else i can do without: after-shave and cologne, and this disgusting sh-t that men put on their bodies. just what i need in the elevator, some guy standing next to me smells like a f-cking pine tree. i say go home and wash you smelly pr-ck. you smell like the urinal in a portuguese cat-house. god-d-mn guys are stupid. guys are really f-cking dumb. they think they’re going to get laid with this stuff you know. oh yeah, they put it on at home thinking: oh boy, oh boy, i’ll get laid tonight. i’ll get laid tonight. you don’t get laid with green sh-t that comes out of a bottle okay? the only smell that’s going to help you get laid might be your own natural scent. you have pheromones. it’s a secondary s-x characteristic. people in america, they’re all nervous about s-x. they want to cover it up and disguise it. guys in europe, they know how to live. guy gets in an elevator over there, he smells like a pile of dog sh-t, those people are sophisticated!
getting pretty tired of these guys walking around in cowboy hats and cowboy boots. you ever see these jack-offs? can’t we k!ll some of these motherf-ckers? walking around in a f-cking cowboy hat. grown men. it’s not even halloween for christ-sakes. i say “hey tex grow up and get yourself a wardrobe consistent with the century you’re living in”. why do certain men feel the need to dress up as mythic figures? you don’t see anyone walking around in a pirate costume do you? when was the last guy you ran into who had on a viking outfit? make-believe cowboys… the closest they ever got to a cow is when they stopped to take a p-ss at an arby’s
and cam-corders: here is technology gone bezerk. everywhere you go now, there’s some d-ck, some yo-yo, some putz, with a cam-corder. and he is going to tape everything. doesn’t anyone in this country just stop and look at things anymore? sort of take them in, maybe even remember them? is that such a strange notion? does experience have to be doc-mented, and brought home, and saved on the shelf? and do people really watch this sh-t? are people’s lives so bankrupt, they sit at home looking at things they already did? and these guys are so intense you know. it’s always guys, they won’t let women touch the cameras because it’s a “highly technical sk!ll”. look for a hole. push on a b-tton. big sk!ll. and they all think they’re federico fellini. low-angles, zooms and pans, and it’s the same ugly three children in every god-d-mn shot. all the george lucas magic in hollywood is not going to change the unfortunate genetic configuration on the faces of these children. keep these unfortunate youngsters out of public view!
now a lot of these cultural crimes i’ve been complaining about can be blamed on the baby-boomers. something else i’m a little tired of hearing about, the baby-boomers. whiney, narcissistic, self-indulgent people, with a simple philosophy: “gimme-it it’s mine”! “give-me-that it’s mine”! these people were given everything. everything was handed to them, and they took it all. took it all. s-x, drugs, and rock-n-roll. and they stayed loaded for twenty years, and had a free ride, but now they’re staring down the barrel of middle-age burn-out, and they don’t like it. they don’t like it so they’ve turned self-righteous, and they want to make things hard on younger people. they tell them to: “abstain” from s-x. “say no” to drugs. as for the rock-n-roll, they sold that for television commercials a long time ago, so they could buy pasta-machines, and “stair-masters”, and “soybean-futures”. “soybean-futures”. you know something? they’re cold bloodless people. it’s in their slogans. it’s in their rhetoric. “no pain no gain”, “just do it”, “life is short play hard”, “sh-t happens deal with it”, “get a life”. these people went from “do your own thing” to “just say no”. they went from “love is all you need” to “whoever winds up with the most toys wins”. and they went from cocaine to rogaine. and you know something? they’re still counting grams, only now it’s fat grams. and the worst of it is, the rest of us have to watch these commercials on tv for levi’s loose-fitting jeans, and fat–ss docker pants, because these degenerate yuppie-boomer-c-cksuckers couldn’t keep their hands off the croissants, and the häagen-dazs. and their big fat -sses have spread all over and they have to wear fat–ss docker pants. f-ck these boomers. f-ck these yuppies. and f-ck everybody now that i think about of it
well sometimes in comedy, you have to generalize
now there’s one thing you might have noticed i don’t complain about: politicians. everybody complains about politicians. everybody says they suck. well where do people think these politicians come from? they don’t fall out of the sky. they don’t p-ss through a membrane from “another reality”. they come from american parents, and american families, american homes, american schools, american churches, american businesses, and american universities. and they’re elected by american citizens. this is the best we can do folks. this is what we have to offer. it’s what our system produces: garbage in. garbage out. if you have selfish ignorant citizens… if you have selfish ignorant citizens, you’re going to get selfish ignorant leaders. and term-limits ain’t going to do you any good. you’re just going to wind up with a brand new bunch of selfish, ignorant americans. so maybe… maybe… maybe, it’s not the politicians who suck. maybe something else sucks around here like: “the public”. yeah the public sucks. there’s a nice campaign slogan for somebody: “the public sucks, f-ck hope”. f-ck hope. because if it’s really just the fault of these politicians, then where are all the other bright people of conscience? where are all the bright, honest, intelligent americans ready to step in and save the nation and lead the way? we don’t have people like that in this country. everybody’s at the mall scratching his -ss, picking his nose, taking out his credit card out of a fannie-pack, and buying a pair of sneakers with lights in them
so i have solved this little political dilemma for myself in a very simple way: on election-day, i-stay-home. i don’t vote. f-ck ’em. f-ck them. i don’t vote. two reasons. two reasons i don’t vote: first of all, it’s meaningless. this country was bought and sold and paid for a long time ago. the sh-t they shuffle around every four years doesn’t mean a f-ckin’ thing. and secondly, i don’t vote ’cause i believe if you vote, you have no right to complain. people like to twist that around. i know, they say, they say: “well if you don’t vote you have no right to complain”. but where’s the logic in that? if you vote, and you elect dishonest, incompetent people, and they get into office and screw everything up, well you are responsible for what they have done, you caused the problem, you voted them in, you have no right to complain. i on the other hand, who did not vote, who did not vote. who in fact did not even leave the house on election-day, am in no way responsible for what these people have done, and have every right to complain as loud as i want, about the mess you created, that i had nothing to do with. so i know that a little later on this year, you’re going to have another one of those really swell presidential elections that you like so much. you enjoy yourselves. it will be a lot of fun. i’m sure as soon as the election is over, your country will “improve” immediately. as for me, i’ll be home on that day, doing essentially the same thing as you, the only difference is, when i get finished masturbating, i’m going to have a little something to show for it folks!
thank you very much. thank you very much. thank you everybody. see ya later
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