And another thing that gives me a sad heart, is yesterday's death of comedian George Carlin. An iconic comic whose observational humour ran the gamut from painfully obvious to the perversely vulgar, was a man you either loved or hated. And I loved him. I grew up with Carlin, from his days on Ed Sullivan to his performance a couple of years ago at Niagara Fallsview Casino Resort theatre that my wife and I attended and enjoyed. The opportunity to see the man live in person was a thrill and an honour, especially since it was only a few months after his heart surgery.
Did he offend us? Yes, of course. A couple of routines were personally offensive, and he cracked two jokes that would be highly inappropriate even in the most hardened prison in the world. But you have to give the man credit. His routine, "Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television", was daring and as anti-establishment as it could be. But one of those words, piss, is now uttered on TV in various forms, a testament to the fact that someone, somewhere, wanted to prove him wrong.
In one interview I saw, Carlin stated that he wanted to watch the end of the world happen while snacking on chips and see it on CNN. That that would be the way to go out. Unfortnately, or fortunately, the man never got his wish. However, whether Carlin is with God, a dog, or just giving a performance in Stand-up Heaven, he will always be remembered for the laughter and good feelings he gave us all. Mr. Carlin, I hope that you have found the answers to all your questions, questions to the answers you thought you knew, and the venue to continue to observe and comment on the universe's vast stupidness that you so fondly embraced while alive. Take care, George. We will always love you.