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Only the players and the field has gotten an upgrade with modern technological equipment but if you listen to what his says about the US, war, politics, stupidity, the masses, family, and society in general etc. When I was watching on Youtube it was like he was back from the grave discussing humanity on November 18, 2015. Makes me wonder about a lot.
originally posted by: tomatosoup
That's not bizarre, it's called synchronicity and it's so cool because I believe (insert corny cliche here). there are no coincidences, really and truly (insert another corny cliche here) everything happens for a reason, but they are cliches because they are so true. So hence the cliche. If someone could come up with something non-cliche it wouldn't be as true and it would already exist. Sometimes popular is meaningful to this world. a reply to: MagesticEsoteric
originally posted by: tomatosoup
George Carlin is as relative today as he was when he was performing live. Nothing has changed people. Only the players and the field has gotten an upgrade with modern technological equipment but if you listen to what his says about the US, war, politics, stupidity, the masses, family, and society in general etc. When I was watching on Youtube it was like he was back from the grave discussing humanity on November 18, 2015. Makes me wonder about a lot. When will we learn, can we learn, do we want to learn, are we stupid as a collective or just emotional, why bother, can I go back please? it isn't so fun anymore as an outsider looking in.
As the truth is often what is funniest, not many people today would find him funny at all I believe. He would probably get crickets if performed at a college campus or even a political event. What is funny anymore anyway? We have been reduced to telling jokes that aren't even funny on sitcoms and just telling jokes about celebrities because everything else is off limits. I believe that people are so scared of what other people might think or say about them that they would rather discuss their bowel movements than actually have a conversation about something that is meaningful outside of their children and commonalities because they might appear different and weird if they accidentally or inentionally reveal their real thoughts and beliefs instead of regurgitating what is in the MSM. Come to think about it, I think that most minions in America would rather ACTUALLY have a bowel movement in front of their friends on the soccer field than actually think or god forbid say, something politically incorrect. That is why soccer games don't keep score anymore and trophies are given to everyone for participation. Because whoever came up with those ideas weren't challenged by free thinking, sane individuals who can see that a game was created for the very purpose of keeping score and beating the other team so not doing so is actually completely ridiculous. But, no one can say that. They might have a point that is controversial and we don't want any kind of debate over anything because that would be bulllying. Ugh. I go on a rant because it makes me so insensed and I don't see how people are so BLIND or care to accept how apathetic they are.
honestly believe that there is no fixing us after thinking about how far we've come since Carlin. We've gone in reverse when it comes to what actually is important in a Human's Existence. I actually want some bathroom humor now right now thinking about the state of humanity. i need something more appalling or at least equal.
originally posted by: VoidHawk
originally posted by: intrepid
Shame he died before he could get his hooks into Obama. That would have been EPIC.
Yes! and a few others too
When it comes to bull#, big-time, major league bull#, you have to stand in awe of the all-time champion of false promises and exaggerated claims, religion. No contest. No contest. Religion. Religion easily has the greatest bull# story ever told. Think about it. Religion has actually convinced people that there’s an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever ’til the end of time!
But He loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He’s all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can’t handle money! Religion takes in billions of dollars, they pay no taxes, and they always need a little more. Now, you talk about a good bull# story. Holy #!
But I want you to know something, this is sincere, I want you to know, when it comes to believing in God, I really tried. I really, really tried. I tried to believe that there is a God, who created each of us in His own image and likeness, loves us very much, and keeps a close eye on things. I really tried to believe that, but I gotta tell you, the longer you live, the more you look around, the more you realize, something is #ed up.
Something is wrong here. War, disease, death, destruction, hunger, filth, poverty, torture, crime, corruption, and the Ice Capades. Something is definitely wrong. This is not good work. If this is the best God can do, I am not impressed. Results like these do not belong on the résumé of a Supreme Being. This is the kind of # you’d expect from an office temp with a bad attitude. And just between you and me, in any decently-run universe, this guy would’ve been out on his all-powerful ass a long time ago. And by the way, I say “this guy”, because I firmly believe, looking at these results, that if there is a God, it has to be a man.
No woman could or would ever # things up like this. So, if there is a God, I think most reasonable people might agree that he’s at least incompetent, and maybe, just maybe, doesn’t give a #. Doesn’t give a #, which I admire in a person, and which would explain a lot of these bad results.
So rather than be just another mindless religious robot, mindlessly and aimlessly and blindly believing that all of this is in the hands of some spooky incompetent father figure who doesn’t give a #, I decided to look around for something else to worship. Something I could really count on.
And immediately, I thought of the sun. Happened like that. Overnight I became a sun-worshipper. Well, not overnight, you can’t see the sun at night. But first thing the next morning, I became a sun-worshipper. Several reasons. First of all, I can see the sun, okay? Unlike some other gods I could mention, I can actually see the sun. I’m big on that. If I can see something, I don’t know, it kind of helps the credibility along, you know? So everyday I can see the sun, as it gives me everything I need; heat, light, food, flowers in the park, reflections on the lake, an occasional skin cancer, but hey. At least there are no crucifixions, and we’re not setting people on fire simply because they don’t agree with us.
Sun worship is fairly simple. There’s no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don’t have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing. And the best thing about the sun, it never tells me I’m unworthy. Doesn’t tell me I’m a bad person who needs to be saved. Hasn’t said an unkind word. Treats me fine. So, I worship the sun. But, I don’t pray to the sun. Know why? I wouldn’t presume on our friendship. It’s not polite.
I’ve often thought people treat God rather rudely, don’t you? Asking trillions and trillions of prayers every day. Asking and pleading and begging for favors. Do this, gimme that, I need a new car, I want a better job. And most of this praying takes place on Sunday His day off. It’s not nice. And it’s no way to treat a friend.
But people do pray, and they pray for a lot of different things, you know, your sister needs an operation on her crotch, your brother was arrested for defecating in a mall. But most of all, you’d really like to # that hot little redhead down at the convenience store. You know, the one with the eyepatch and the clubfoot? Can you pray for that? I think you’d have to. And I say, fine. Pray for anything you want. Pray for anything, but what about the Divine Plan?
Remember that? The Divine Plan. Long time ago, God made a Divine Plan. Gave it a lot of thought, decided it was a good plan, put it into practice. And for billions and billions of years, the Divine Plan has been doing just fine. Now, you come along, and pray for something. Well suppose the thing you want isn’t in God’s Divine Plan? What do you want Him to do? Change His plan? Just for you? Doesn’t it seem a little arrogant? It’s a Divine Plan. What’s the use of being God if every run-down shmuck with a two-dollar prayerbook can come along and # up Your Plan?
And here’s something else, another problem you might have: Suppose your prayers aren’t answered. What do you say? “Well, it’s God’s will.” “Thy Will Be Done.” Fine, but if it’s God’s will, and He’s going to do what He wants to anyway, why the # bother praying in the first place? Seems like a big waste of time to me! Couldn’t you just skip the praying part and go right to His Will? It’s all very confusing.
So to get around a lot of this, I decided to worship the sun. But, as I said, I don’t pray to the sun. You know who I pray to? Joe Pesci. Two reasons: First of all, I think he’s a good actor, okay? To me, that counts. Second, he looks like a guy who can get things done. Joe Pesci doesn’t # around. In fact, Joe Pesci came through on a couple of things that God was having trouble with.
For years I asked God to do something about my noisy neighbor with the barking dog, Joe Pesci straightened that cocksucker out with one visit. It’s amazing what you can accomplish with a simple baseball bat.
So I’ve been praying to Joe for about a year now. And I noticed something. I noticed that all the prayers I used to offer to God, and all the prayers I now offer to Joe Pesci, are being answered at about the same 50% rate. Half the time I get what I want, half the time I don’t. Same as God, 50-50. Same as the four-leaf clover and the horseshoe, the wishing well and the rabbit’s foot, same as the Mojo Man, same as the Voodoo Lady who tells you your fortune by squeezing the goat’s testicles, it’s all the same: 50-50. So just pick your superstition, sit back, make a wish, and enjoy yourself.