Louis CK: Oh My God by Louis C.K.

Louis CK: Oh My God by Louis C.K.

One may be tempted to listen to the comedy of Louis CK and use hindsight, arguing that the various jokes stated the fact that the artist would get in trouble.

It is also true that the public does not expect that the humor connected with private parts, the old lady that would better die before her dog, the attitude versus the neighbor and so many other people spells to the philosophy, the perspective on life and we should not be so outraged to hear that inappropriate things happened in private between the comedian and women in his life.

Which does not mean that he is absolved from guilt and the punishment he is getting, the ostracism imposed on him are not deserved.

One could read an excellent book, The Intellectuals by Paul Johnson and learn that geniuses- Tolstoy, Rousseau, Ibsen, Hemingway and others have been very mean to various people in their life, close relatives even.

If we compare Jean-Jacques Rousseau - who has abandoned his children at the door of the orphanage, at a time when nine out of ten died in this situation- with Louis CK, the latter is an archangel in comparison, for he did not kill anyone or placed a human being at death's door, not that we know about it yet.

The comedian is very honest about many of his failures, short comings and flaws, like the swearing that he uses when a driver annoys him - and that we all use alas - and he puts it into perspective, emphasizing that we could not do that in an elevator and all this anger and fury is just about half a second of one's life, imposed on by a careless driver.

In a sense, CK seems to invite you to laugh at him, his idiosyncratic ways, flaws, but it also feels like we should have expected the revelations, considering many of the subjects taken on the stage.

The comedian laughs at the issue of murder and how important it is that we have laws against murder, for otherwise, nice people would just murder a few, but nobody would talk to someone who hasn't killed anyone.

Parents would murder their kids- in other scenes he mentions the ambivalence of parenthood, parents being in love with their kids, like Louis CK, but at the same time entertaining angry, vicious thoughts when children act in crazy ways- they wake him up at six in the morning.

In the chapter "yes, but maybe" CK takes the question of allergies- let us care for those affected and take the nuts out, of course...but maybe you're supposed to die if you only touch some nuts...

On war, if you are shooting at others, it is a tiny bit your fault, even when fighting for your country.

When he moves to slavery and there is reluctance in the audience, the performer emphasizes that the public has been with him at the dead kids with the nuts, so there in this together.

The point of slavery is that many masterpieces- the pyramids for instance- have been made by abusing slaves, multitudes sent to die for their creation.

In the opening, Louis CK says that this is the nicest place for many miles in every direction- "and this is how you compliment a building and shit on the town in the same sentence.”

The performer likes to tease people or invent stories in which he does, like the one with the neighbor in his building who thought the comedian is a stranger and has nothing to do at the fountain in the courtyard.

By the way, CK says that all those who design fountains are pedophiles, with the omnipresent statues of boys urinating- well, actually throwing out water, of course.

The neighbor comes over to Louis CK who claims he does not live there and the man underlines that this private property, in which CK says that he does not really believe...

"Look, if you do not leave, I will call the doorman...

Can I just stay here for five hours?"

Evidently, when the doorman was called, he explained that the "stranger" actually lives in the building and the comedian enjoyed the cocktail of surprise and anger.

Some points are excellent, like the invitation to enjoy being out of the food chain, which implies for all those in it a death in pain.

Then there is life, which is such a gift, even when it is not especially a lucky one, even a very healthy one, it is still such a wonderful, glorious, radiant, resplendent gift, when we consider that for "trillions of miles" there is such a bad circumstance that eyes pop out and you die.

Counterintuitively, CK appears very fond of women, respectful and appreciative of their of their sensibility, vulnerability- he states that the number one cause of death for men is the heart attack, but for women it is men and it is extraordinary how these fragile, vulnerable beings take the huge risk of dating us, driving at night:

"Where are we going?

To your death, statistically"