Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 3 August 2014
The downfall of Lenny Bruce
I really did not intend to carry on waffling about the last three posts, but I really cannot begin this light-hearted one without a mention of the news that we all woke up to this morning, which contained what we had really suspected all along.
The Israeli soldier, Lt. Goldin, who was 'kidnapped' by Hamas in Gaza the day before yesterday, was not in fact captured at all, but killed in action along with the other 63 soldiers who have died there since the latest invasion.
The attempts to free him from his captors resulted in the death of about 200 more Palestinians during the destruction of many civilian buildings, including yet another school. The student's text books - some in English - are strewn amongst the tangled debris, and the Israeli media is saturated with the spectacle of hundreds of tearful people mourning Lt. Goldin's death, with blue and white Israeli flags flying overhead.
Netanyahu broadcast to the world - in English - that Hamas should not think that that Israel will not do whatever it takes to protect its people, and react with the strongest possible force in its attempt to free Lt. Goldin.
I wonder if he really believed that Hamas and the rest of Palestine did not already know that Israel would respond with quite a lot of force to a handful of hot-heads firing rockets at them, and I wonder if he believed Hamas when they said that they did not know where Lt. Goldin was, but suspected he had been killed as the others had - possibly during an air-strike by Israel in an attempt to 'find' him?
If you are bored with these observations about what is happening there right now, then I apologise, but I am finding it difficult to concentrate on anything else at the moment, even though I am as weary of it as you probably are. I would like to think that there is nothing more to be said about it, but each day brings fresh topics to an increasingly desperate situation, and the British Home Office is starting to become inundated with emails asking what the official British position is, to a somewhat silent and non-committal government.
Lenny Bruce destroyed his brilliant career as a comedian by losing his sense of humour.
Locked into a battle between the US authorities and his own demon addictions, his nightly shows became two-hour, humourless tirades which - though highly interesting and observant to begin with - quickly bored his audience, who wondered why they had payed money to turn up and listen to it all without so much as a giggle.
He had been arrested on stage for using language that is perfectly acceptable in today's stand-up routines, and spent the rest of his short-lived acts making very sound and accurate observations about it, in a highly articulate, philosophical manner. The trouble is, like I say, he lost his sense of humour. He just couldn't give up and admit the unfair way he had been beaten by a much more powerful force than he was.
He had right on his side, and thought that he would ultimately win the argument with words alone. He was wrong, and he was wrong because he bored people away from him by not leaving it be.
The last truly funny thing he said was about the way the words, "Fuck you" were used as abuse, when everything pointed in the direction of it being a very caring thing to say to someone, if you took the meaning of the words literally. He recounted a fictitious or hypothetical phone-call to his mother, and it went something like this:
"Hi Mom - it's so lovely to speak to you! We haven't spoken in ages, how are you doing? Are you well? I love you so much and I can't wait to see you again! Fuck you, Mom, fuck you!"
Well, fuck you and your mother, and we will speak of more pleasant things in the future, if I haven't already bored you to death.