The Secret Message Of George Carlin
Did you ever wonder whether George was trying to tell us something?
No really.
Didn't you sense it?
Those cranky, burbling monologues; pacing about, waving of arms,
face contorting, fulminating diatribes. Not to mention the stomping,
staring, glaring, latent silence beckonings.
This was a man with a message that people weren't getting.
Like a deafmute, blind person with a big tack in his shoe
who's vocabulary didn't include "foot" or "ouch", George Carlin
was trying to communicate something. He would rant
about on stage, waving his arms, glaring bug-eyed at the audience
while hoping that they we would get the message. And it never,
never ever happened!
The message was there all the time! But we, the audience, just weren't
getting it! We would laugh, he would cavort. We would laugh and he
would glare. We would laugh and he would utter seven dirty words.
We just never stopped laughing long enough to REALLY listen.
He was so cranky because no one was getting it.
Poor George, the message was there all the time.
What was this secret message of George Carlin?
According to the lost diary of George Carlin that he once loaned
to a wondering hobo, which diary was left balancing precariously
on the top of a fire hydrant when the hobo had a moment of
special clarity and bent over to collect the remnants of the discarded
****tion of a broken shoelace and later rescued from the frequently
wetted hydrant by a nearby shopowner of "Big Mama's" that needed
something to prop open the shop door because a client had risked
drinking warmed over beer with eggs for breakfast, the secret message
is in the seven words that you are never ever supposed to say on
television.
Incredible!
Yes, those seven words were a not-so coded message (gasp)!
What did it say?
Was it the secret of gravity: the entropic discount from the
heterogenous
boundary layer between universes at the penultimate granular level?
Well, maybe.
Or did it coax us to appreciate that,
as the purpose of life is service, then
it is damn well obvious that the secret
of happiness is sharing? Damn it.
Well...no.
Seriously folks (this really works), the seven words
are an extra longwinded anagram. If you unjumble
the seven words the letters create a sentence that tells you
everything you need to know about George's rants.
What were these rants about?
The seven words:
****piss********cocksuckermother****ertits
Unjumbled:
Stuck-up, sick, sick, Hucksterer trench foot s*** FIT.
And now you know.
Thanks, George, and take a well deserved break.
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