Carlin loved to talk about farts—-because no one else was doing it.
Irreverence has always been a part of humour. If farts make people uncomfortable (astonishingly so, I’ve always thought), then farts must be talked about.
I’m open to pretty well any type of irreverent humour but it has to be funny and it has to be smart. And, of course, there’s the rub!
Oven jokes about Jews, slave jokes about blacks and starvation jokes about Ethiopians or Somalians are also irreverent—but they’re irreverent towards suffering and death.
Go head and be irreverent about your own death; I figure that’s just part of accepting the miniscule place we all occupy in the proverbial scheme of things.
Attempting humour about the agonizing and slow deaths of other people? Never funny, in my comic book.
But farts?—–the human fact that dares not speak its name? Come on!
I used to say that I don’t trust anyone who can’t see the humour in farts (I’ve since become more compassionate toward the bathroom humour-challenged).
I’ve also heard that all across this great planet of ours, children giggle at farts. And that’s good enough for me and my inner-Bart Simpson.
Watch this video of fart connoisseur, George Carlin, on letting out a “fart that could end a marriage.”