My mother tried to teach her clan that if you couldn’t say something nice about someone, it was best not to say a word.
She tried to live the life (the lie), but even she has little patience for those who tested hers.
Goaded once at dinner by a passing acquaintance (who had one too many highballs circulating in his system), caustic nuggets would burst from her mouth.
“You’re about the biggest horse’s ass I’ve ever met,” she said to his needling, loud enough to elicit giggles from a room full of diners.
And this was in a more gentle, simpler time called the ‘70s.
Interestingly enough, she meant no disrespect. She also was famous for not taking a lick of shit.
Times were different.
She’d never call a legislator a wetback, nigger or faggot.
She’d never spit on someone, if their views didn’t match her own.
She knew how far to go, and she had the timing of a comedian.
Friends talk who seem generally concerned that this country is on the brink of revolution. That’s a little strong, I think.
But as a nation, we’re hurting.
So for your Video Friday, I give you the comic stylings of George Carlin, the best when it came to keen social obligations:
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