RIP George CarlinI was very deeply shocked today to hear that the legend, George Carlin, died.
George Carlin was a serious comic who really knew how to write a damned joke. He knew how to make his audience laugh whether they wanted to or not.
Most of his jokes made you start laughing even while your brain was thinking "Wait a second... Are you allowed to say that?"
I respect that.
I respect anyone that can take you outside your own mind so much that you laugh no matter what.
The man wrote a routine all about the worst words that you really aren't allowed to perform in public.
He then went on and PERFORMED IT PUBLICLY.
Think about that.
The man had balls.
He built his career around one of the most controversial, obscene comedy routines of the time and then eventually got a job doing the voice over for a children's show.
Yes, the guy who gave the world "The Seven Words You Can't Say On Television" is the same guy who explains to your kids why Thomas the train can't get up that hill.
That's a freakin' career.
Can you imagine his audition?
Producer>> Okay, what might Thomas say in this situation?
GeorgeCarlin>> Can he call Percy a C---sucker?
GeorgeCarlin>> What about Motherf---er?
GeorgeCarlin>> Wait, wait. We can do a rhyming thing.
GeorgeCarlin>> C---sucker, Motherf---er.
GeorgeCarlin>> Toss in a few train whistles and we're done.
You may not know this, but I swear.
It's kind of a side effect of the job. If I didn't swear on a regular basis, I'd probably develop a brain tumor.
I try not to swear on the blog because a lot of people tell me they read this at work. I don't want to get those people in trouble.
So, I tone it down a bit.
Earlier when I said freakin', I didn't mean freakin'.
But I really doubt your boss is going to call you into his office over the word "freakin'".
Boss>> Do you know why I called you in here?
You>> Not really.
Boss>> You've been looking at obscene websites on your computer.
You>> What do you mean?
Boss>> Don't deny it.
Boss>> That one blog had the word "freakin'" in it.
Boss>> For shame!
Boss>> You'll have to leave Amish Dutch Country.
You>> Are you serious?
Boss>> You're gosh darned right I am.
Boss>> Turn in your butter churn and get the gosh out.
Boss>> Pardon my language.
Sure, I use the word "ass" occasionally. And I suppose "retard" might not be the nicest word ever.
But I don't go for the big ones.
Just because I don't use them here, though, doesn't mean I don't use them.
Thus, I have great respect for the man.
And, given my general lack of respect for most people, that says a damned lot.
Plus, this is probably the only time you'd see "S--t, P--s, F--k, C--t, C---sucker, Motherf---er, and T--s" on a tombstone.
At least... For a guy people actually liked.