Lot of bleeping bleeps go unbleeped nowadays

HERE’S hoping that rock bottom isn’t so unforgiving that it doesn’t permit any bounce.

Seems everyone with a voice is now eager to be heard as a crude, vulgar slug. Class? Soon few will know what it is to recognize it, let alone to practice any.

This televised Tom Brady roast was just another exercise in confusing humor with unclever, put-down, don’t forget to shout “F---!” social vandalism.

That “comedian” Kevin Hart, thrust upon the commercial sports landscape, including sports sucker-gambling, for no apparent reason than that he shouts “F---” a lot — he’s more of a curiosity than comic — was the first of many clues.

Why celebrities and famous athletes would go to such lengths to be seen and heard as having a head filled with sixthgrade naughty boy thoughts and put-downs never ceases to befuddle. And I’m not easily fuddled.

But they seem to line up to be seen in the lowest available, allowable light as the “coarsening of America,” as former ESPN anchor Bob Ley called it, continues its noupside descent.

You can’t even bring kids to a daytime sports championship parade and ceremony without prepping them to hear lowestrung expletives shouted into microphones. And the violators escape due to diminished social standards that would cast the plaintiffs as out of step with modernity.

And none of the commissioners even give calling for common decency a shot. What?! And risk offending the most offensive? Look who Roger Goodell invites to “entertain” at halftime of Super Bowls? He’s going to advocate for public civility?

WFAN’s Evan Roberts has become an obligatory drive-time radio lowlife given to calling people “s– -mbags” and urging Knicks fans in the Garden to cuss out the Pacers during player introductions.

Not only would Roberts be appalled if his kids were seated near those who took his antisocial prompts, he’s not particularly convincing as someone who would normally use vile language, as he was likely raised better and is unaccustomed to playing a lowlife on the air.

In a visceral but practical sense, would Roberts, the father of two young children, urge his kids to be a public lowlife, especially for a living? Not a chance!

Thus we must conclude that Roberts’ classless, Dumpster-drawn act is just that — an act to attain the status of what it takes to be a WFAN radio star, these low and loathsome days.

Think how backwards that is: “But I’d never act that way in private!”

Albert Brooks, the actor/comedian, tells of bombing out in front of a crowd of young adults until he had an idea: He’d shout an expletive. He did, and he immediately won the crowd and the night.

It was that easy.