a rambling commentary on "The Aristocrats"

[Dave (imported)]

Earlier at Sundance and later this year, people have or will get to see a movie called "the Aristocrats" ... It has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the disney movie "The Aristocats" even with the missing "r" ...

It is about a joke!

the joke itself is merely the set up

- a family of four and their dog walks into an agents office.

The man says I have the next famous act in the world and the agent says OK what is it...

And from that the joke is built by the comedian. The purpose of the joke is really to shock the shit out of a new and rather green comic. That's why the joke is so vile in the telling. It's a rite of passage for young comedians.

On the other side of the ledger, it's a joke that is used as the secret hand sign between comedians to indicate that they are members of the fraternity, brothers-in-arms, and have been initiated into the secret mysteries (whatever the hell that means).

I think that the anticipation of the filthy joke is better than the actual story. It's only funny in the telling, not in the actual words... That's the art of being a comedian, that's the secret mysteries.

The line: A man walks into a bar with a duck under one arm and announces "I can fart the national anthem" is shocking and funny. The rest of the joke is stupid. It's only funny in the telling, not in the actual words... (essentially, the man stands up on the bar, drops his pants and splatters the room with the most vile and nasty crap the world has ever known. Everybody runs like hell from the stench and spray. When the bartender says "What the hell did you do that for?" the man answers "well even the world's greatest opera singer has to clear her throat once in a while"

I contend that the setup line is better than the joke because people wonder what the duck has to do with it. And then they imagine the man squeezing the duck during the anthem so he can hit the high notes. (But that's another joke altogether) They never, ever imagine a man taking a shit on the bar and splattering the walls... Only Martin of Holland and his band or merry brown followers actually want to be there when the shit happens.

As digressing a little if the setup was the French National "La Marseillaise" loads of conservatives woult giggle hysterically in anticipation of a good slam at France. See, it's all in your heat.

But still, shit does happen.

Don't be there when it hits the bar, deck, fan, or nail on the head

Just out of decency, I won't repeat any of the versions I have seen on the web. They are too vile, nasty, obscene, and vulgar. . . Look them up yourselves.