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George Carlin, "The Planet is Fine"


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One of the singularly greatest comedy routines in the history of Western culture.  Moreover, it is profoundly philosophical and, I'll add, quite Schellingian! :coolwink:

I'll see if I can post a transcript soon.

 

 

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When a book and a head collide and a hollow sound is heard, must it always have come from the book? -- Lichtenberg

 

 

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Ok, here is a (partial) transcript of Carlin's brilliant material:

Saving endangered species is just one more arrogant attempt by humans to control Nature. It’s arrogant meddling. It’s what got us into trouble in the first place! Doesn’t anyone understand that? Interfering with Nature! Over 90%, over, way over 90% of all the species that have ever lived on this planet – ever lived – are gone. [Pscchhhtt sound] They’re extinct. We didn’t kill them all...they just disappeared! That’s what Nature does! They disappear these days at the rate of 25 a day. And I mean regardless of our behaviour. Irrespective of how we act on this planet 25 species that were here today will be gone tomorrow. Let them go gracefully! Leave Nature alone...haven’t we done enough? We’re so self-important. So self-important. Everybody’s going to save something now. “Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails.” And the greatest arrogance of all: save the planet. What? Are these fucking people kidding me? Save the planet? We don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet! We haven’t learned how to care for one another, we’re gonna save the fucking planet? I’m getting tired of that shit. Tired of that shit. Tired...I’m tired of fucking Earth Day, I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren’t enough bicycle paths. People trying to make the world safe for their Volvos. Besides, environmentalists don’t give a shit about the planet. They don’t care about the planet. Not in the abstract they don’t. Not in the abstract they don’t. You know what they’re interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They’re worried that some day in the future, they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn’t impress me. Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet. Nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine. The people are fucked! Difference. Difference. The planet is fine. Compared to the people, the planet is doing great! Been here four and a half billion years. Did you ever think about the arithmetic? The planet has been here four and a half billion years. We’ve been here, what, a hundred thousand? Maybe two hundred thousand? And we’ve only been engaged in heavy industry for a little over two hundred years. Two hundred years versus four and a half billion. And we have the conceit to think that somehow we’re a threat? That somehow we’re gonna put in jeopardy this beautiful little blue-green ball that’s just a-floatin’ around the sun? The planet has been through a lot worse than us. Been through all kinds of things worse than us. Been through earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sun spots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles...hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors, worldwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages...And we think some plastic bags and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? The planet...the planet...the planet isn’t goin’ anywhere. We are! We’re goin’ away...pack your shit folks, we’re going away. And we won’t leave much of a trace either...thank god for that! Maybe a little Styrofoam...maybe. Little Styrofoam. Planet’ll be here, we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation, just another closed-end biological mistake, an evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet’ll shake us off like a bad case of fleas. A surface nuisance. You wanna know how the planet’s doin’? Ask those people at Pompeii, who were frozen into position from volcanic ash. How the planet’s doin’. Wanna know if the planet’s alright, ask those people in Mexico City or Armenia, or a hundred other places buried under thousands of tons of earthquake rubble if they feel like a threat to the planet this week. How about those people in Kilauea, Hawaii who built their homes right next to an active volcano and then wonder why they have lava in the living room? The planet will be here for a long, long, long time after we’re gone and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself ’cuz that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice towards plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place: it wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it; needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old philosophical question “Why are we here?” “Plastic, assholes!”

So, so, the plastic is here, our job is done, we can be phased out now. And I think that’s really started already, don’t you? I mean, to be fair, the planet probably sees us as a mild threat, something to be dealt with, but I’m sure the planet will defend itself in the manner of a large organism like a bee hive or an ant colony can muster a defense. I’m sure the planet will think of something. What would you do if you were the planet trying to defend against this pesky, troublesome species? Let’s see...what might...hmmm...viruses, viruses might be good, they seem vulnerable to viruses. And, viruses are tricky, always mutating and forming new strains whenever a vaccine is developed. Perhaps this first virus could be one that, that...compromises the immune system in these creatures. Perhaps a human immunodeficiency virus making them vulnerable to all sorts of other diseases and infections that might come along, and maybe it could be spread sexually, making them a little reluctant to engage in the act of reproduction.

Well, that’s a poetic note. And it’s a start. But I can dream, can’t I? So I don’t worry about the little things...bees, trees, whales, snails. I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand. A higher order – call it what you want. You know what I call it? The Big Electron. The Big Electron. Woooohhhh...woooohhhh...woooohhhh...it doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is, and so are we, for a little while.

 

 

When a book and a head collide and a hollow sound is heard, must it always have come from the book? -- Lichtenberg

 

 

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