7 Words You Can't Say On The Internet (Without Starting A Flame War)
Today, I've decided to go ahead and do what every would-be and established comedian ought to be doing and pay respects to the late and brilliant George Carlin. This can go down one of two ways: you can either skip the videos below this paragraph and read it like any old post, or go ahead and click play on the one to the left to listen to the audio version of the 7 words you can't say on the internet, which I felt compelled to make if only to stay true to the format of Carlin's original 7 Words You Can't Say on Television (conveniently placed directly to the right). Obviously both contain NSFW language, so if you're at work, reading's probably your best bet. Here's to you, George.
We use them to tell people how we feel--usually about them--we use them to converse with people from all over the world about why their country is so shitty, and in general, we use whatever words we want. It’s liberating, right? “Fuck this!” “Gayyyyy.” Posts are padded with pricks and forums are filled with fucks. Not literally of course, that would require a lot of video embed.
But we say what we want, don’t we? We say things you can’t say on TV. Things George Carlin only said offstage, and that’s saying something. And we start to think that we can say anything, because really, who cares? It’s the motherfucking
Nigger, cunt, faggot, Sieg Heil, Scientology, baby-rape and meh.
Nigger and cunt I understand. They just hit the brain wrong; racism, sexism, it’s like a perfect matching set of intolerance. And even though it’s a well-rehearsed fact of Internet life that we’re all white nerds with (albeit tiny) penises living in our parent’s basements, you try calling someone a nigger cunt online and see how many black women there suddenly seem to be surfing at four in the morning.
But that’s understandable; these are two oppressed groups, people get kind of touchy when you start picking on the oppressed. You can even keep the ironic approximation of black language, just not the word, at least if you want to get in and out without having to fabricate a history of civil rights activism to prove you’re not a Grand Wizard.
Faggot’s a slippery one. You can say “fag” all day, and no one seems to mind. I guess if you’re stupid enough to care what two guys do with each other’s butts or jealous that you can’t get anal sex and they can, people kind of disregard your opinions anyway. But “faggot?” Uh-oh. Now we’re in hard consonant territory. You don’t fuck around in hard consonant territory.
If the “faggot” gauntlet has been thrown, you can bet someone in this conversation is hunched over their keyboard, mashing it with all their angry might. It must be that “got” at the end that does it. As if you’re angry because they’ve taken over. “Oh no! The fag got me! He used to just be there
But baby rape is usually deployed ironically nowadays. Really the whole pedophilia domain. Many people like pulling it out as the “shock card” in forums. Baby eating, puppy killing, they’re all good. And of course you’ve got rape, which is right up there with AIDS in terms of shit you’re not supposed to joke about. So every smart aleck online simultaneously thought: “Jesus, you know what’s hilarious? The thought of forcing myself, sexually, on a baby.”
Of course, that thought has to be translated into a wry joke first. Just post “I’d like to force myself, sexually, on a baby” and you’re going to feel the full force of the Internet shouting you down and may even receive a friendly visit from some men who work for the government and would like to examine your hard drive. After all, everyone likes fucking with people and feeling good about it at the same time, and there’s not a lot more satisfying that fucking a baby rapist. Or maybe there is, but only the baby rapist and the ancient Greeks know for sure.
As for Scientology, they’re kind of in the Bill Cosby class of words, insofar as just mentioning them isn’t a killer, but do it enough and…they’ll be watching. And you can even get away with it, as long as you only frequent forums that their lawyers don’t bother checking out. I doubt many Scientologist figureheads are lurking in 4Chan threads; the Rickrolls alone would make it a futile effort. But mention them in less-than-glowing terms on Youtube or any other major site, and you’re in for something that makes Internet flame wars look tame: a cease-and-desist letter. Oooh.
Post enough passionate diatribes against that particular cult and next thing you know you’ve lost your social security number, your last eight tax returns are being audited, and way more people than usual stop you on the street to ask “what your crimes are.”
Now I know what you’re saying: what’s wrong with “meh?” It sounds like the sound made by an adorable imaginary animal. But no. The sound of meh is the sound of the person who thinks so little of your input, they can’t be bothered to type “gayyyy.” The person too lazy to articulate their thoughts beyond a monosyllabic interjection, and yet so confident in their opinion that they will casually cast judgment on your entire being. Don’t bore me, they warn. And when faced with that kind of ultimatum, there’s really only one answer:
Well, seven actually.
When not blogging for Cracked, Michael pours forties on the curb as head writer and co-founder of Those Aren't Muskets!
