By Marv Dumon, Examiner.com
Commentary:
April 3, 2010 - Adam 'Toyota' Carolla, hmm, where do we start. Such a wealth of opportunity to simply blast away like a battleship on some roving, subsurface submarine.
Periscope peering from far away, distant from the threat, lest it suffer a literal physical mauling.
But that would degrade the exercise into some mad banter, 'full of sound and fury,' signifying lack of reason, followed by a public hostility.
In a previous article, we suggested that Floyd Mayweather's anti-Pacquiao campaign in the U.S. is effective with some circles because of the disinformation and misleading truths being conveyed by boxing's former pound-for-pound king.
For many, Pacquiao is seen as the guy who refused the random blood test, when he was the fighter who made concessions to the additional testing demands in order to attempt to meet Mayweather half-way.
Rants 'Toyota' Carolla:
Because's he's [Pacquiao] from the Philippines, and because he's praying to chicken bones and stuff like that, everyone's kind of like 'Ahh, you gotta respect him for his belief system.
No you don't. He's a f***** idiot.
Not sure if the Pacman worships KFC, although he does wear an amulet. Typical rant from an atheist like Carolla - forcing the right to have to defend their religion. What do we then make of Carolla? Stereo-typed to be a Satan worshipper, drinking pig blood in a metallic chalice, as he kneels to a statue of Lucifer with loud hardcore rock music blaring in the background, as he dons Goth make-up all over his face, with multiple piercings?
Nope, no KFC here.
Perhaps not much to examine with an empty head. Carolla, it appears, dropped out of high school after an impressive 1.75 grade point average (GPA) - isn't that a D+? From majoring in ceramics - certainly a most difficult line of study. According to the simplest search on Wikipedia, it took Carolla several years in order to receive his high school diploma - and the actor / comedian said that the delay was due to owing about $20 to the school library. Suuure.
Not just an idiot, but a liar do we have here?
We wonder out loud - in a Shakespearean Hamlet-esque manner, which is more idiotic: to finish high school with a 'D' average? Or to take several years in order to generate $20 in order to pay a late library fee (so that you can receive your diploma). Your local Taco Bell worker would have generated $20 in a single day. Carolla took several years.
Idiotic appears to be an understated description.
We do have to hand it to Madame Adam, his podcasts are among the most popular in the nation. As social commentary, more reflective of the sad state of extreme liberalism and junk-media that pollutes U.S. airwaves, than any measure of brilliance or insightful expression. Shock opinion invites easy, poisoned ears.
Carolla espouses no philosophy - nor does he claim to - but populist 'hot air' is easy, and stirs the base aspect of human nature, neither elevating it or enlightening it.
Reductionism
“Get a fu**in life as a country”
“All you fu***** got is just an illiterate guy who happens to smash other guys in the head better than other people”
Sure, all basketball is about is simply ramming a round leather inside some metallic loop. All track and field is running as fast as one can as if a lion was chasing a brute neanderthal savage. All 'making love' is about is the simple transfer of fluids. Marriage? But a reduced exchange of metallic loop rings - that's all, and the wasted sprinkling of flowers all over the aisle. The birth of a child, a tiny piglet plopped out into the world, screaming at doctors - individuals who merely slice open bleeding mammals with shiny steak knives.
We wonder, if this reductionist paradigm controls Carolla's thinking, or if it was merely a byproduct of a bad day. Carolla, what did you put on your cereal that day?
More likely, it is a product of 'psychological infection.' It appears Carolla had a tough childhood, and his father was a psychologist. Causing our subject to rebel against his parent, and to reject any complicated or sophisticated interpretations of the universe. He becomes a reductionist - a comic, a rebel. In this case, a pathetic blabber-mouth. Nihilist. Existentialist. 'Life is a bitch, and then you die.'
For the awakened, truth is relative. Ask Einstein. To paraphrase Albert Einstein: the most important decision a man can make is to decide whether or not he lives in a friendly or hostile universe. Carolla, insecure with the latter, projects pain at outward objects and / or people. Ahh yes, he was a part of his high school football team. We rest your honor.
The Mirror is Always Right
“All they have over there is Manny Pacquiao and sex stores.”
Actually, your mother is a sex therapist. She gets paid off dysfunctional sex lives and Viagra-induced organs. Sex therapist equals whoring / slut therapist, according to Carolla's reductionist views.
In the above statement, it appears Carolla may not necessarily be talking about boxing or some Asian archipelago. But rather, he is thinking out loud. Talking to himself. About his own circumstances.
He is letting out what has been inside and a part of him for many years. Frustration. A reductionist mentality. For losers. A sad, nihilist existence. Perhaps the subject of reverse-racism on many an occasion in southern California's diverse populace. Of a feeling of lack of accomplishment in Hollywood, compelling the desperate to seek shock-fame, at the expense of others.
Assumptions
“Here’s how you know when your country doesn’t have a lot going for it: When everything is about Manny Pacquiao.”
That's an argument. Debatable. Inconclusive that Pacquiao is entirely what consumes the archipelago. In this sentiment, Carolla perhaps betrays his envy of vastly more successful actors and comics in the media landscape. Nasty feelings from the early years have surfaced. That is what's at issue.
When Carolla dropped out of community college, he probably didn't have a lot going for him either - to mirror his words. Of course, it might have been too much to ask Mr. 1.75 GPA to make it in community college. Working as a carpet cleaner and carpenter in southern California must've been extremely fun. So was listening to what must have amounted to the daily rants from psycho-logist dad and sex therapist mom on the virtues of being a college dropout handyman.
Statements Based on His Own Circumstances
“What happens when Floyd Mayweather beats him? Does your country go into depression?”
Huge assumption. We are discussing the Fighter of the Decade here. But since you brought up depression, how many years did yours last?
“Really, you want some guy with brain damage running your country? Why don’t you get your sh*t together?”
Psychologists are the ones brain damaged. Unfortunately, in this case, it is a contagious disorder spread by way of lectures.
And the latter:
Why don’t you get your sh*t together?”
Those parental yellings from early years must be causing Mr. Carolla nightmares during the wee hours. He seems to be repeating the lack of love - verbatim. Lesson: parents, love your children. They are fragile.
Weaknesses of the Modern Male
Carolla is symbolic of the modern male. The ancient man had rituals to beat weakness out of him. Pain instilled - and forced - responsibility, a sense of respect and self-worth and belonging. His tribe forced him into the risky woods at a tender age. He was forced to confront danger, and death, even before puberty, to ready him for the great trials of the village, and of his own life.
The Carolla male is bred weak - protected by a politically correct, confused world. Modernity's rituals encourage escapism, weakness, moral relativity, and confusion. Lack of clarity. The Carolla male plays video games, the mind escapes realities via television and movies. His eyes are no longer sharp, they have softened from the marshmallows of satire as a secondary and poor substitute of reality.
The Carolla male breeds - it does not raise. It clings. Easily frightened, but now protected by the spherical charge of police states. It no longer ventures into something hard and death-ridden, and never will have discovered the essence of indomitable will. During the times of the Second World War, the Carolla male would have been the first to suffer death - killed by a lustful bayonet. Fed to lions as scrap of meat in Roman settings.
Carolla's statements are not viewed in light of current boxing circumstances - that would be debating with an empty mind. Or encouraging a fool's tongue. These statements are symptomatic of a cultural bare. Times when male is endangered. When child does not become man. Of the destruction of ancient - and brutal - processes that allow (and encourage) teenager to remain child even in his 30s, 40s, and 50s.
The modern man is incapable of growing up. He rebels for no reason. He is angry at nothing. Existential with everything. His opinions are easy and passing. Morals are loose. There is no longer a right or a wrong. Pleasure is his God. Money and sex are his temples. Video games are his sanctuary. His child spirit is entrapped in a decaying 50-year old body. He has known poor pleasures, substitutes for the juices of a fulfilled life. He lays in his dying bed, a life full of activity, never really having accomplished anything - except for consumption. His quest for gratification killed him a long time ago.
As I Lay Dying
William Faulkner, a Nobel Prize winner and one of literature's greatest writers, wrote As I Lay Dying. Funny how in this novel, we find a carpenter building a coffin for his mother. There is an insane character. The father, with false teeth, often has simultaneous feelings of shame and pride. As Carolla lays dying in his deathbed, he may yet realize that his comical rants got him paid, only to the gross regression of modernity, of the continued self-destruction of the contemporary male. Quite an applaudable legacy.
Carolla has no useful truths - no magical views into the soul. He's a dying, reductionist, and unappreciative corpse. None of his listeners becomes smarter - none becomes a better human being from his airwaves. His audience is reduced to pathetic losers and whiners. Give them a Big Mac so they can advance their penchant for obesity. His views represent overt aspects of the male psyche that dares not to accept responsibility or sense of duty. He furthers cynicism.
Carolla's curse is that he cannot escape from himself. He is a warning to young adolescents - an urban tragedy motif. He cuts down role models and exemplars of success. Jealous.
But the kind who smiles in the presence of Pacquiao. In his formative years, he grew a wishbone instead of growing a spine. He numbs people's pain and day-to-day drudgery - pretending to be a pulpit. He is a drug on the airwaves - a distraction for the miserable. He attempts to rationalize, but any effort is bound to fail. A fool's tongue harbors an empty mind - a weak, lesser, dishonorable psyche.
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As interesting as it is to subjectively determine the 10 best fighters in the world, there comes a time, which incidentally was several months ago, when it all just becomes political and lazy. Manny Pacquiao 
is the number 1 fighter in the world and no convincing argument can be made to the contrary. He has defeated two men on the P4P list and will likely fight another this year. Can subjectivity be more objective than that standard?
