A EULOGY YOU CAN'T SAY ON TELEVISION

Shit, Mr. Carlin, I'm sure going to miss you. You really knew how to take the piss out of the follies of human nature. I admired how you could fuck with the priggish fools who try to inflict their brand of moral retardation upon our society, and you’d do that simply by grabbing a mike and speaking to a crowd of people. Whoever filed that FCC complaint against WBAI in 1973 was a real cunt. But hey, if it wasn’t for that cocksucker making a big stink about those seven words, you probably wouldn’t be heralded as such a legendary and controversial motherfucker today. Your brand of humor, as well as your dissemination of the sheer absurdity of what people take for granted, nay, even tolerate and accept on an everyday basis, was, in this writer’s estimation, the absolute tits. Goodbye George, and thank you so much for being an inspiration, and a unique brand of philosopher, and entertainer who brought stand up comedy to a level of art like no other ever will, or ever could do quite the same.