Málfrelsishetja fallin frá.

Það var fyrir um 45 árum eða svo þegar grínisti nokkur, Lenny Bruce að nafni, var handtekinn fyrir dónaskap á sviði og lögreglan tók að yfirheyra viðstadda.

Ungur maður neitaði að gefa upp skilríki og sagðist ekki trúa á slíkt. Fyrir það var hann handtekinn og leiddur í sama bíl og keyrði Bruce í burtu.

Sá maður hét George Carlin, sem barðist alla tíð frá þessu atviki, hvar hann varð fyrir barðinu á sjálfskipuðum siðferðispostulum, fyrir málfrelsinu og frelsi einstaklingsins, með hárbeittu gríni sem hefur meiri mátt en nokkur byssa.

There are 400,000 words in the English language, and there are 7 you can't say on television. What a ratio that is! 399,993...to 7. They must really be baaaad. They must be OUTRAGEOUS to be separated from a group that large. "All of you words over here, you seven....baaaad words". That's what they told us, right? "That's a bad word!!" Awwww. No bad words. Bad thoughts. Bad intentions, and wooooords. You know the seven, don't ya? That you can't say on TV? Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits. Huh? Those are the heavy seven. Those are the words that'll infect your soul, curve your spine, and keep the country from winning the war. Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits, wow! And tits doesn't even belong on the list! It seems like such a friendly word. Sounds like a nickname. "Hey Tits, come here man! Tits! Meet my friend Toots. Toots, Tits. Tits, Toots". Sounds like a snack...oh yeah, it is. Right. But I don't mean your sexist snack, I mean new Nabisco Tits. Corn Tits n' Sesame Tits n' Cheese Tits.....Tater Tits. Bet you can't eat just one!!

 

Grínistinn George Carlin er látinn