I'm not the comic of the imrubberyourglue contributors, but I still wanted to share how I felt when I got online this morning and learned about George Carlin. I'm sure you can expect another one from Brad in the near future....If you heard about George Carlin and didn't feel sad, you're a fucking idiot and I feel sorry for you. Yeah, just like anyone who hasn't seen Evil Dead 2 yet.
I may have issues with the way my parents raised me, but I also know how lucky I am that their vinyl collection was cool. It was filled with stuff like The Stones, Led Zeppelin, Johnny Cash, Richard Pryor, Lenny Bruce, and, obviously since this is about him, George Carlin.
I may have issues with the way my parents raised me, but I also know how lucky I am that their vinyl collection was cool. It was filled with stuff like The Stones, Led Zeppelin, Johnny Cash, Richard Pryor, Lenny Bruce, and, obviously since this is about him, George Carlin.
Listening to and understanding George Carlin's records when I was young gave me a different perspective on funny. (This must be why I have such a good-natured sense of humor. Hmmmm.) Of course I laughed at his jokes, but I also liked that he bad-mouthed politics, religion, authority, and all the other stupid stuff I was supposed to accept without question. George Carlin wasn't just some pissed off malcontent. He was a language connoisseur. He was brave instead of simply brash. He was funny, unique, sharp, silly, and just a brilliant, brilliant comic.
I'm no crier, but news of George Carlin's death made me just a little bit misty, just a little bit tight in the throat. Kind of like I felt when Kurt Vonnegut died. With their passings, it felt like part of the team, two guys who shared my point of view -- that humanity had all this potential and look what we did, so what can you do? -- don't have a voice anymore. Sure, they might be more quotable now that they're dead, but what else are they going to contribute?
Dammit.
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