George.
Those who know me know of my affinity for the comedy/philosophy of George Carlin. Many of the funniest (and most wise) things I’ve ever heard or read came from him. My own sense of humor (at least the part that wasn’t shaped by my father) was formed largely by being exposed to old Carlin routines.
George is gone now. The world (or at least my world) is a brighter, funnier, more thoughtful place because of his work; and darker and more sad now because of his absence.
George Carlin, RIP
George (and again, Dad) taught me that there were seven words you couldn’t say on television, and the wife never ceases to be amazed at my ability to rattle them off as quickly as I do, and in order, no less.
So, out of sadness and joy, I’ve only got this to say:
Shit
Piss
Fuck
Cunt
Cocksucker
Motherfucker
and Tits
