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  • Verlag: Penguin Audio; Auflage: abridged edition (24. Dezember 2009)
  • Sprache: Englisch
  • ISBN-10: 0142428094
  • ISBN-13: 978-0142428092
  • Vom Hersteller empfohlenes Alter: Ab 18 Jahren
  • Größe und/oder Gewicht: 13,4 x 2,1 x 14,7 cm
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Denis Leary has appeared in more than thirty films, including the Oscar-nominated Wag the Dog, The Thomas Crowne Affair, and Ice Age, as well as the Christmas cult classic The Ref, and such indie favorites as Jesus’ Son and Suicide Kings. Leary was the co-creator, producer, and star of the critically acclaimed network comedy The Job. His one-man shows No Cure For Cancer and Lock ’n Load broke viewing records on HBO. Leary has also written for New York Magazine, GQ, Playboy, Esquire, and many other publications. He is the co-writer, creator, and star of the four-time Emmy and Golden Globe–nominated television series Rescue Me. He lives in Connecticut.

Leseprobe. Abdruck erfolgt mit freundlicher Genehmigung der Rechteinhaber. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.

Put this book down.

Right now.

Do not buy it.

Stop reading.

Now.

Why are you still reading this?

Ok.

I warned you.

Now I will beg you, beseech you—in short, do everything possible in the limited format of this medium to get you to buy any other book within reach right now (if this book was a gift and you are at home or on a plane or sitting in a hotel room somewhere I would suggest grabbing a newspaper or a magazine or even your laptop) because this book is going to piss you off.

If you are a woman, you soon will be livid.

If you are a man, you are going to be filled with a burning rage.

If you are a kid—meaning anyone under the age of eighteen—you will soon be filled with shock and awe.

Scratch that.

If you are under the age of twenty–five you will soon be filled with shock and awe.

If you are a fan of Oprah—good luck.

If you hate Oprah or Oprah tends to drive you insane—you too will need some assistance.

This is not a book for the faint of heart or the politically correct or the weak or the extreme right wing or the left of center leftist Democrat or nuns or any other members of any religion or New York Yankee fans.

I am warning you—I am not here to make you feel all warm and fuzzy or superior to anyone else or all soft and gooey inside. I am here to debunk and declassify and otherwise hold up a brutally honest mirror to our fat, ugly, lazy American selves.

I am here to explain how we can and must thin the herd and extricate the stupid and eradicate the obese and take Rush Limbaugh's head and make a bong out of it.

Senators, psychopaths, fence–sitters (all three of those may sometimes be the same person), celebrity assholes (hello), presidents, centerfielders, centerfolds—everyone is up for grabs here.

Because I'm sick of it all.

I'm sick of low self–esteem and fake fat–suit–wearing female talk–show hosts and extreme makeovers and Cats the Musical and cats in general and steroid–laden home–run hitters and Paris Hilton and Grey's Anatomy and Reese Witherspoon movies and Parks Hilton's himbo boyfriends and celebrity rehab and Dr. Phil and Terrell Owens and almost anyone else you can think of.

This country—including you and most of the people related to you by birth or marriage or both—is populated by beings who have been so blessed for so long that they have become almost completely immune to any interests other than their own.

Open ass—insert head.

THAT is the mantra with which most of America lives each and every day.

THAT'S what should be printed on the plaque beneath our beloved Statue of Liberty. Along with the following:

Welcome to America where I'M not fat, I'M not stupid, I'M not the problem—YOU are.

Americans have been so isolated geographically, financially and psychologically for so long that we don't even see reality in the mirror anymore. Everyone has bought so far into their own bullshit—backed up by other jerk–offs and human jack–o'–lanterns on TV that the truth has been distorted into a believable fantasy world: I can't be overweight, look at the tub–a–lard sitting next to me. The food I eat can't be bad for me 'cause the commercial on TV says it's actually healthy. I'm not addicted to these doctor–prescribed drugs, the drug company discovered a disease that I have and then invented these pills to cure me.

Responsibility, research and actual factual thinking have gone out the window. If most people in this country see something on TV it must be true/news/necessary/important. Therefore, when things go wrong—how can the innocent citizen/TV watcher be at fault?

I spill a vat–sized "cup" of morning coffee onto my giant cellulite–dimpled thighs at the take–out window and suffer third–degree burns because it was hot and I desperately needed to wash down the two–ton doughnut I just manhandled into my gaping mouth—do I blame myself and go on a diet and start working out?

No.

I sue McDonald's because the take–out window kid who handed me the cup of joe—who's from Bumfuck, Mexico, and has been in this country all of eighteen weeks and only knows the English words "can I take your order, please," "would you like fries with that" and "go Yankees"—didn't warn me that the coffee was the same temperature as the air in the hut he grew up in was every single day of his childhood.

Open ass—insert head with flame–red tongue.

My kid is the size of an out–of–shape NFL offensive lineman, has what within two months might become a full–blown Fu Manchu mustache and is already smoking two packs a day and watching Internet porn even though SHE is only twelve years old.

Do I put her on a diet and make her start working out?

Fuck no.

I sue McDonald's because they make shitty, hormone–and–chemical filled food that she eats every single day three TIMES a day because I'm very very busy living my selfish extended adolescent life and don't have time to:

A. Cook her normal food.

B. Monitor her free time.

C. Stop smoking pot and drinking so her easiest sources of alcohol and marijuana dry up.

Open ass—insert thick, self–medicated head.

An out–of–shape and overweight guy in Denver, Colorado, claims he developed lung cancer because he ate microwave popcorn with artificial butter flavoring. He loved when he would pull the bag out of the microwave and tear open the top and it would go "WHOOF" and he would stick his face in and inhale the aroma. You can just hear him sucking in the sweet sweet smell of all that great fake butter, can't you? Just like Homer Simpson: Ooooh—buttery fake butter. After whiffing up the cloud of chemicals, this moron on a mission would proceed to scarf down the entire bag and then—that's right—start the whole process all over again. He admits to snorting and scarfing two bags a day so let's do the actual math and add the two more bags he won't admit to because he probably figures four bags a day would be really embarrassing so what we have here is a guy who ate and sniffed so much fake butter that he developed the same cancer that people who work in the plant where they manufacture the butter did—people who make thousands of bags of pretend popcorn every single day.

Should he blame himself for his lazy butter–assed slovenly ways?

Nope.

The popcorn factory workers filed a dangerous workplace/permanent health damages lawsuit and he decided to ride their cancer coattails all the way to the bank.

Let's up his total to at least five bags a day. Whatever the actual number might be I'll guarantee you one thing right now—you don't wanna be THIS guy when you're sitting down in the lung cancer chemotherapy waiting room. 'Cause when the guy who worked in a coal mine for twenty–seven years or the fireman who spent decades pulling people out of asbestos–ridden burning bags asks how YOU got lung cancer the last word you wanna mention is "popcorn."

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3 von 3 Kunden fanden die folgende Rezension hilfreich Von Doktor von Pain TOP 500 REZENSENTVINE-PRODUKTTESTER am 2. Mai 2011
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"Why We Suck" habe ich eigentlich nur gekauft, weil ich für den Transatlantikflug von New York nach Frankfurt keinen Lesestoff mehr hatte, also musste am Flughafen schnell Material her. Zufällig stolperte ich dabei über dieses Buch, und schon nach wenigen Seiten wurde mir klar, dass ich mit dem Kauf einen Volltreffer gelandet hatte. Denis Leary (der Doktortitel ist, wie er selbst im Buch erwähnt, lediglich ein Ehrendoktor) war mir bereits durch sein "No Cure For Cancer"-Comedyprogramm bekannt, daher wusste ich, dass es bei ihm gerne mal etwas ruppiger zugeht.
Wie schon Mitte der 90er rechnet Leary mit der amerikanischen Gesellschaft ab und nimmt dabei kein Blatt vor den Mund. Jedes Kapitel steht komplett für sich, obwohl hier und da Bezug auf vorige Kapitel genommen wird. Auf sehr lustige und sarkastische Weise kommt hier zur Sprache, warum Teenie-Promis ständig auf Drogen(entzug) sind und wieso es kein Schwein interessiert, warum die eigenen Kinder angeblich so süß und "besonders" sein sollen. Vieles davon lässt sich problemlos auf unsere Gesellschaft übertragen, die sich in etlichen Punkten nicht so sehr von der US-amerikanischen unterscheidet.
"Why We Suck" liest sich großteils erneut eher wie der Text aus einem Stand-Up-Comedyprogramm, denn so war ja auch "No Cure For Cancer" im Grunde die niedergeschriebene Form des Liveprogramms von Leary. Spaßig ist das allemal, das Buch sorgte bei mir für einige unterhaltsame Stunden. Wer sprachtechnisch etwas mehr als das normale Schulenglisch auf dem Kasten hat, sollte mal einen Blick ins Buch riskieren.
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2 von 2 Kunden fanden die folgende Rezension hilfreich Von Mirko D. Walter am 22. September 2011
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Der Herr Doktor ist echt heftig. Ich denke man darf durchaus sagen, dass sich "politisch korrekt" und "Leary" diametral gegenüber stehen.

Und das ist auch gut so. Er haut verbal auf intelligente aber sehr deutliche Art einfach vieles zu Brei, was unsere heutige Gesellschaft pervertiert. Sei es das offensichtlich manchmal ziemlich dämliche amerikanische Justizsystem, die verlogenen Berühmtheiten, Politiker, sich selbst, den Leser etc. pp.

Leary ist ein begabter Zyniker/Satiriker. Im deutschen Sprachraum werden wir solche Leute praktisch nicht zu sehen bekommen, weil wir die Redefreiheit nicht als oberstes Gut hüten. In Amerika (Leary wohnt/arbeitet dort, ist aber Ire, zumindest behauptet er das - vermutlich "Abstammung", denn geboren ist er in den USA) darf jeder sagen was er will - bei uns gilt die Grenze der Menschenwürde, die durchaus sehr weit gehen kann... einen Politiker dermaßen ins Klo zu treten wie Leary das bei Bush tut wäre hier vermutlich nicht möglich.

Wenn überhaupt lässt er sich ein bisschen mit Appelt vergleichen. Zumindest mit dem Appelt von vor ein paar Jahren.

Mit verbreiteter Kuschel-Comedy hat Leary nichts zu tun. Deshalb empfehle ich das Hörbuch auch nicht jedem. Man muss eine recht offene Einstellung gegenüber Zynismus haben, sonst fühlt man sich ggf. schnell auf den Schlipps getreten. Leary würde darauf wohl sagen "open *rse, insert you" sagen.

Man sollte profunde Englisch-Fähigkeiten haben. Er spricht schnell, ironisch, zynisch, oft mehr als deutlich. Selbst routinierte Englisch-Hörer/-Leser werden immer wieder mal große Mühe haben. Aber wer sich das zutraut wird richtig große intelligente und lustige Unterhaltung erleben.
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2 von 2 Kunden fanden die folgende Rezension hilfreich Von Dieter Berthold Kottnik am 24. Juli 2011
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ich sehe so alle paar Wochen mal nach Material meines Lieblingscomedians (naja, nach Henry Rollins und den Arschkrampen)). Und siehe da, das wunderbare Buch "Why we suck" gibt es auch als HörbuchŽ, also praktisch ein 5 CD- Stand-Up-Comedy Programm ohne Publikum, was noch besser gewesen wäre. Aber ich will nicht undankbar sein, solange alle paar Jahre so ein Klopper erscheint...Sollte man auf jeden Fall öfter hören, das ist ja der Spaß, man entdeckt immer was Neues. Allerdings sind überdurchschnittliche Englischkenntnisse erforderlich, wenn man ihm folgen will. Und wenn nicht, kann man ja parallel das Buch lesen.
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Too bad money can't buy a sense of humor 27. November 2008
Von Hunter Sixx - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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First off, this book is a riot from page one. I don't write reviews because I think everyone else out there does it better, but after reading the one star reviews on this book I had to chime in. Leary has a mean and angry style to his comedy. If you're easily offended, every other paragraph will get under your skin. This would not be the book for you. This would be a great book for anyone that does have a sense of humor and that can laugh at themselves without being offended.

The one star reviews annoy me. I like hard rock and to me, those reviews come off as being the same as if I wrote a one star review of the latest blue grass album because it's not what I like. It would be a waste of my time and the reader's time.

In the Prologue, Leary comes out saying that this is a comedy book. It is a parody, satire and poking fun. His exaggerated take on life. That's what all comedians do and Leary does it well. He also points out that there are endless things you can buy in America - but a sense of humor isn't one of them. Well put.
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Refreshingly Honest Rant on Modern Life 1. Dezember 2008
Von Zenster - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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I received "Why We Suck" as a gift on the same day that shoppers killed a man trampling him while lined up for "Holiday Shopping" at Walmart and realized this is WHY WE SUCK.
Happily, the book is funny and fun to read.
Sadly, it is a true commentary about our lives.
From CelebuTards to Dr Full to Mr Leary's idea of justice for Michael Vick, the book is astounding in it's genuine insights into WHY WE TRULY SUCK. Mr. Leary is a man with his eyes open and a mind that has not been brainwashed by the spin doctors and Dr Fulls of this world.
If you read one book this year, Why We Suck should be the one.
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Leary takes no prisoners 15. Dezember 2008
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"Dr." Denis Leary explains it all --- literally. (Leary earned an honorary doctorate in 2005 from his alma mater, Emerson College, and he intends to use it.) For the Boston-bred comedian, there are no sacred cows, no taboos, no subjects off limits --- the Catholic Church, celebrities, politicians, even his Irish lineage. No one is safe from ridicule, and when Leary takes aim with his razor-sharp wit, he takes no prisoners.

When first published in November, WHY WE SUCK and its author courted controversy concerning his statements on afflictions like childhood autism, especially when he says: "There is a huge boom in autism right now because inattentive mothers and competitive dads want an explanation for why their dumbass kids can't compete academically so they throw money into the happy laps of shrinks and psychotherapists to get back diagnoses that help explain away the deficiencies of their junior morons. I don't give a **** what these crackerjack whackjobs tell you --- your kid is NOT autistic. He's just stupid. Or lazy. Or both."

This hardly seems like the diagnosis of a doctor, but as Leary clearly states in his lengthy prologue, "This is a comedy book. Which means it's meant to be funny. So when I say something in here I am offering up my opinion, my slightly exaggerated take on people, places and things and very often a twisted take on reality. In other words: it is parody, satire and poking fun." So I guess the offended parties skipped right over the prologue to get to the offending chapter.

Leary has been a comedian/actor for over 20 years. He created and stars in the popular F/X series "Rescue Me," which is about to begin its fifth season. But even in his earliest stand-up days, he wasn't a stranger to controversy. His first comedy special, "No Cure for Cancer," and his quick MTV commercial spots touting his love of supermodel Cindy Crawford launched him into Hollywood, with more specials ("Lock 'N Load") and even movies (The Ref, Wag the Dog). But now he's in charge of his own show, and we get the feeling that's just the way he likes it.

WHY WE SUCK reflects his own sardonic and incensed viewpoint on America's celebrity-obsessed culture and why people like Anna Nicole Smith should serve as a cautionary tale ("...she serves up a great argument against taking strippers out of the strip club....it's like taking King Kong off the jungle island and dropping him into the middle of midtown Manhattan --- nothing good can come from it."). He also rails against President Bush, whom he refers to as "Bush Jr." and advocates taking bratty teens who appear on the show "My Super Sweet 16" and dropping them chuteless into Iraq. Sure, he exaggerates and embellishes a bit, but some of his points make sense. No wonder our reputation has been less than sterling in the global arena. We live in a culture where a person will sue McDonald's if they get fat from eating their grease-laden food. What really irks Leary is that the notion of personal responsibility is completely forgotten in our modern-day, Wii-obsessed world. And you know what? He's right.

Fans of Leary will devour this book and appreciate his humor. It's not for the faint of heart or humor-impaired. The real surprise here is the touching relationship he shares with his mother. He describes her as "Mary Tyler Moore, Mother Teresa and Joe Pesci in a blender and set it on high..." Their conversations back and forth provide this work with a surprising amount of heart. Maybe it's because I grew up in an Irish Catholic household quite similar to Leary's, but these sweet exchanges with his mother, peppered with reports of who died and who has cancer, read like a chapter out of my own family's book. After finishing WHY WE SUCK, I related some of the best bits to my father over the phone. "I'd like to read that. Send it to me when you're done." Of course, I warned him about the language.

--- Reviewed by Bronwyn Miller
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Archie Bunker Meets Meathead 21. Januar 2009
Von Big D - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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This book delivers as promised. It finds a way to offend everybody and every imaginable grouping of everybodys.

But it does so in a nice, mostly entertaining way. It makes us laugh---at ourselves and at others.

And isn't that what the old TV show, "All In The Family" did? Offended nearly everyone and made us find a way to laugh at ourselves? And, doing so, find some measure of common ground?

That's what this book does: Meathead meets Archie Bunker in one long rant, 240 pages worth, guaranteed to make you laugh, make you smile and, a times think, "Oooh, Don't believe I'da said that..."

There's something here for everybody
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Fun and possibly provoking for those with no humour... 12. Januar 2009
Von T. Ellefsen - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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As a lifelong Leary-fan I had to read this book. It is generally as good as i hoped, but some chapters/passages resembles a transcript of a stand-up show, which should have been avoided.
I seriously believe that doctor leary is on to a good thing with this book, and I do not envy those poor schmucks who are provoked by this book, because they have missed out on most of whats true and real in life.

I belive a lot in this book can be summed up like this:
"Do not make life into something more complicated than it is..."
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