I’m going to miss George Carlin. He certainly was a funny cocksucker.
I always found inspiration in the way that he was angry at all of the right things; the kind of things that are supposed to piss us off, but often don’t, or at least not enough.
George Carlin never told jokes; he wasn’t that kind of comedian. What
made him funny was the fact that joke was always on us, and our own behavior, particularly in the ways that we tend to fuck up the world. Moreover, we didn’t mind. In fact, we loved it. We loved it to the point where we could just about piss our pants laughing at ourselves.
He was around long enough for us to watch him go through the stages of his life, always seeming to find enough fodder for laughs in the current state of the world, and our unending need to turn it into shit.
I’m gonna miss him, that’s for sure. He was the one who told us where the boundaries were, in the way that he crossed them. He crossed them, not by tiptoeing over them as some comedians do with their endless dick jokes, or comments about tits, but by smashing through the boundaries in a way that forced us to think about what was right, what was wrong, and what was funny about each.
Long ago, he established himself as the guy who yelled out what the seven words were that were unacceptable to say on television. Decades later he said them all on television, but only on certain kinds of television. Yea, that makes sense.
My only disagreement with him ever was that one of those words is just so nasty that it shouldn’t be said on television, or anywhere else for that matter. You ladies know the one I mean.
Now, we have to go on without him. It’s like we have lost our guide.
Rest in peace George. I hope that on your tombstone they mention that you were a good man, and a hilarious motherfucker.
