Loui Ck in Hot Water Again
Audio of a New Louis C.Chiliad. Set Has Leaked, and Information technology's Sickening
Comedian Louis C.Chiliad., who in Nov 2017 admitted to repeatedly exposing himself and masturbating in forepart of unwilling women, said at the fourth dimension he was going to "step back and take a long time to mind." Less than a year subsequently, he returned to the stage at the One-act Cellar to perform an unannounced fix. Although the way he came back didn't inspire much confidence that he'd learned anything during his time in the wilderness, it was still possible, if you leaned way dorsum and squinted, to speculate that his determination to return without whatever fanfare was a mistake—Slate'due south Christina Cauterucci left open the possibility that it was an "ill-advised toe dipped in water too boiling hot for swimming"—and that any missteps C.One thousand. had made in returning to the public center the way he did, he was sincerely engaged in an attempt to wrestle with what he'd done.
Information technology is not possible to believe that anymore. Homemade audio from one of his shows—it's labeled as beingness from Long Island one-act club Governor's on Dec. xvi—has been uploaded to YouTube, giving those of us who weren't lucky enough to exist in the audience for a surprise Louis C.M. appearance a chance to hear what he's been up to. And what he's been upwards to, judging from the material, is bemoaning the coin he lost, fuming over young people and political correctness, and writing some actually killer jokes about the corresponding penis sizes of various indigenous groups. Information technology's not only that it's not funny: information technology's positively sickening. Hither, for example, is the way C.K. ends a bit almost visiting his physician (described earlier in the joke as onetime, and Jewish, and touchy-feely):
And he said, "You need to stop eating water ice cream." I said, "You need to get fuck yourself. And don't always touch me once again, you old faggot. Y'all one-time fucking Jewish fag. Get your fucking hands off me." You're fucking with my ice cream, I get upset.
Whatever y'all think about C.1000.'south past use of slurs in his human activity, his quondam material at least made some attempt to think about what they meant. In that location's no payoff here except for the slur itself: The entire joke is that he's and so mad about not being able to eat ice cream that he'll casually utilize it, even with someone who—as he spends the whole build-upward establishing—he otherwise likes. Information technology's cheap and it'due south hacky. But it has zippo on the five solid minutes (!) he devotes to lamenting the fact that people take stopped using the word retarded. Later on reminiscing about how frequently people said it during his childhood—and saying it over and over again himself, sometimes in a comically exaggerated Boston emphasis—he lands on this:
But we started to experience shitty about it, and then nosotros changed it to intellectually challenged. What the fuck, information technology's—don't name the kid a thing he can't say out loud. An intellectual claiming is tin you translate Shakespeare into Latin and brand it rhyme. These kids are not intellectually challenged, they're intellectually fuckin' done. They are! It'southward not their sport! Just we decided we didn't want to telephone call them retarded considering we call each other that, so we went back to Nelson and we said, "Heed, Nelson, I have something to tell you. Yous're not retarded anymore."
"You hateful I'grand cured?"
"No, non at all. We just don't call you lot that, 'cause it'due south a terrible thing to telephone call somebody."
"Just you lot called me that with—"
"Yes, but non anymore, because we shouldn't."
And he'due south trying to wrap his caput effectually this, which is difficult for Nelson, 'cause he's fucking retarded.
That is vile. It's not that the topic should be off limits: Whether or non y'all call back Anthony Jeselnik, say, should do that kind of fabric, the joke is that Jeselnik is being atrocious—the humor comes from thinking, "Christ, what an asshole." C.K. is doing a George Carlin thing, acting like he'south telling forbidden truths, just spends five minutes riffing on "Christ, people with intellectual disabilities are stupid." So stupid, in fact, that, co-ordinate to C.Grand., "They don't give a fuck what you lot think of them," if anyone was looking for a permission slip to go back to using a slur. And speaking of people who don't give a fuck what you think of them, Louis C.K. is such a rebel that he doesn't give a fuck what yous retrieve of him, as he fabricated clear, seemingly in response to someone leaving or giving him a dingy wait around four minutes into his killer material at the expense of the intellectually disabled:
What're you, gonna take away my altogether? My life is over, I don't give a shit. You can, you can be offended, it's OK. You can get mad at me. Anyway. Then why practice black guys accept big dicks? Let's talk about that for a minute.
Y'all might think that final line was C.K., in a rare moment of self-awareness, making a joke at his ain expense—"I'm committing career suicide here, let'south only go all the manner"—but no, he really had prepared a bunch of jokes well-nigh race and dick size, including a mannerly section about Asian men that is less standup comedy than something a racist boozer at a bar would hiss seconds before getting punched in the face. And who'south to blame if people don't respond well to these jokes? It will not surprise you at this point to find that C.K. thinks his problems are entirely the fault of the young people on his lawn:
[Young people] are just tedious. Fucking telling, "You lot shouldn't say that." What are you lot, an old lady? What are you fucking doing? "Nyeah, that'southward non advisable." Fuck you! You lot're a child! Why aren't yous finger-fucking each other and doing Jell-O shots? Why aren't you—"You should accost me"—they're similar royalty, they tell y'all what to call them. "Y'all should address me as they/them, because I place as gender neutral." Oh, OK. OK. You should address me as "there," considering I place equally a location. And the location is your mother's cunt.
It would be tacky for a comedian who had not spent years whipping it out in front of unwilling co-workers to mutter about people trying to explain to him what's advisable and what'southward non. For Louis C.K. to write and tell those jokes would crave a breathtaking, Kevin Spacey–level lack of self-sensation, and there was a time that self-awareness was C.K.'s brand. And then what the fuck is going on hither? For one clue, here's a joke C.G. told at the expense of the Parkland teens, of all people, children who responded to an unthinkable tragedy by dedicating their lives to making the world a better place:
You're not interesting because yous went to a high school where kids got shot. Why does that mean I take to listen to you? Why does that make you interesting? Y'all didn't get shot, yous pushed some fatty child in the fashion, and now I gotta listen to yous talking?
I of the things that makes listening to the new C.K. material so painful is he hasn't lost his talent: his timing and delivery are still at that place, somewhere, peeking out nether all the racism and ranting nigh political correctness and—for some reason—anger at gun control activists. Those are pretty specific targets, actually, and C.K. tackles them with nigh the aforementioned control of his craft he had before his downfall. In other words, it would be wrong—and not giving the comedian enough credit—to think of this as a meltdown instead of a deliberate rebranding, a bid to spend his twilight years spreading hate on the Trump rally excursion.
But the single well-nigh disheartening thing about the bootleg recording is that Louis C.K. isn't the only vocalism on information technology. An audience fellow member, either the person who fabricated the recording or someone who was sitting nearby, is aural throughout, giggling, snickering, and roaring in laughter. At one indicate he yells out, in apprehension of a punchline, " 'Cause he's retarded!," then pounds on the table in a paroxysm of delight. The jokes almost race make him howl like a hyena. Louis C.Chiliad. is conspicuously unwilling to reckon with what he's done, but unfortunately, he seems to know exactly what he's doing: In that location are a lot of people out in that location just waiting for permission from an authority figure to become more than unmerciful and brutish. And nosotros all know how fastidious Louis always was well-nigh permission.
Source: https://slate.com/culture/2018/12/louis-ck-leaked-set-governors-parkland-pronouns.html
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