Carlin - Napalm & silly putty

??NAPALM AND SILLY PUTTY

ALSO BY GEORGE CARLIN?Brain Droppings

To sweet Sarah Jane,?the keeper of my magic.

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To begin, I would like to acknowledge those of you who read Brain Droppings. It did better than I expected, and I want to say thanks. By the way, if you havent read it yet, fear not. You can read this first and then rush out to the store to get Brain Droppings. The two are not sequential.

For those who did read the first book, youll find this is the same sort of drivel. Good, funny, occasionally smart, but essentially drivel.

Thanks also to my boyhood friends from 123rd Street and Amsterdam Avenue who listened to my street-corner and hallway monologues when I was thirteen and gladdened my young heart by saying, Georgie, youre fuckin crazy!

Most of all, thanks to my editor, Jennifer Lang, for her patience and support, and for putting these thoughts of mine in order.

Many native traditions held clowns and tricksters as essential to any contact with the sacred. People could not pray until they had laughed, because laughter opens and frees from rigid preconception. Humans had to have tricksters within the most sacred ceremonies lest they forget the sacred comes through upset, reversal, surprise. The trickster in most native traditions is essential to creation, to birth.

Professor Byrd Gibbens,

Professor of English,

University of Arkansas at Little Rock.

From a letter to the author.

Those who dance are considered insane by those who cant hear the music.

Anon.

If you cant dance you fuck a lot of waitresses.

Voltaire

Sometimes gum looks like a penny.

Sally Wade

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Hi, reader. I hope youre feeling well, and I hope your family is prospering in the new global economy. At least to the extent they deserve. For the next few hundred pages I will be your content provider.

Regarding the title of this book, Napalm & Silly Putty: Sometime ago I was struck by the fact that, among many other wondrous things, Man has had the imagination to invent two such distinctly different products. One, a flaming, jellied gasoline used to create fire, death, and destruction; the other, a claylike mass good for throwing, bouncing, smashing, or pressing against a comic strip so you can look at a backwards picture of Popeye. I think the title serves as a fairly good metaphor for Mans dual nature, while also providing an apt description of the kinds of thoughts that occupy me, both in this book and in my daily life: on the one hand, I kind of like it when a lot of people die, and on the other I always wonder how many unused frequent-flier miles they had.

The only difference between lilies and turds is whatever difference humans have agreed upon; and I dont always agree.

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Ridin or Drivin?

You wanna go for a ride? Okay, lets go for a ride. Well, actually, youll go for a ride, Ill go for a drive. The one who drives the car goes for a drive. The other person goes for a ride. Most folks arent aware of that. Tell em when theyre gettin into your car. Say, You assholes are goin for a ride, Im goin for a drive. Cause Im the one whos makin the payments on this shit-box.

Gettin in the Car

Now, for purposes of description, youll have to picture my car: an old, poorly maintained, dangerous collection of faulty parts from that wonderful time before safety became such a big goddamn deal in this country. And my car is like any other small carreal hard to get into. Thats important, because, after all, you gotta get into the car first. Otherwise, the way I look at it, you aint goin nowhere.

And lets not forget, with any kind of car, just opening the drivers door and getting in involves a certain amount of risk. Have you noticed that? The terrific way they designed cars so the drivers door opens right out into the middle of goddamn traffic? Jesus! About the only intelligent thing the British ever did was putting that drivers seat right over there near the curb where it belongs. Of course then they went and moved the curb to the wrong side of the street.

Park like a Man

Anyway, like I said, no small car is easy to get into, but especially if you park the way I do: illegally, two feet out from the curb, on a busy, high-speed thoroughfare right in the middle of rush hour. And that sort of car entry is even riskier if youve got a two-door, and youre tryin to stuff a coupla shopping bags full of groceries into the backseat while everyone else is zippin past you, close enough to smell your breath.

Holy shit! Look out!! Here comes a drunken bus driver! Quick! Abandon groceries! Stand up straight! Squeeze against the car and pull that door as close to your body as you can, taking care of course not to cut off circulation to your feet. Holy shit, that was close! Good thing you went into emergency mode. And be honest, you didnt really need them groceries, did ya? Goddamn! Look at how flat that bus made everything; imagine a flank steak with tread marks. And might that just possibly be potato juice on the ground?

Handle with Care

Now, one more thing about car entry: my car has got one of them tricky kinda door handles thatre recessed a little bit into the door itself. You know the ones I mean? Where your fingers actually go in a little bit, past the surface of the car, till you grab ahold of the handle? Dont ya like them? I do. Thats why they dont make em anymore. They found out I like em. Thats the way it is with everything. They find out I like it, they stop makin it.

Open and Shut Case

Anyway, back to my car. I also got me one of them doors that when you open it, it swings a-a-a-all the way open. You know the kind I mean? A-A-A-All the way open; perpendicular to the car. I aint got one of them fancy doors that hangs out there halfway and stays where you want it to. With my door, we got two things, open and shut. Pick one.

And if I should be tryin to do somethin really tricky, like get into the car? Well, in a case like that I gotta prop the door open with a broom handle. Cause otherwise, sure as hell, soon as Im halfway in, that doors gonna swing back hard as it can and sever my leg just below the knee.

Eeeeeyyyyaaaaaaaiiiiiaaaahhhhoooooooo!

God! That shit hurts for about a year and a half, dont it? And them huge, purple blotches? Seems like they never go away.

An Up Front Guy

Now, I wanna mention one additional problem I have when Im gettin into my car. Like I told ya, its kinda old, and upkeep has been minimal, so theres another thing I gotta deal with. A long time ago, my drivers seat got pushed way up forward on the runners about as far as it goes, and apparently it aint never comin back.

You see, what happened was, years ago, about thirty or forty of them little pop-top beer-can rings got wedged into the seat tracks, and now theyre all fused into one solid piece of metal, and that fuckin seat aint never gonna move again. Unless, of course, theres an atomic attack, in which case it probably aint gonna budge more than an inch or two.

So, because of all this unintentional seat redesign, when I get into full drivin mode, Im pretty much hangin out right behind the radiator. In fact, if I wanna check my speedo, I gotta look straight down into my crotch. But, hey! At least Im in the car.

Tight Squeeze

But maybe youre not! Maybe I oughta mention one more common car reentry problem: I know that some of you fainthearted folks like to play it safe by parkin right in the mall parking lot. And, of course when you park the car, you do so in such a manner that leaves you full access to the door. But while youre in the mall chargin all that worthless merchandise, some asshole parks right next to you, leaves about six inches between cars, and now you cant get your door open more than three or four degrees at best.