George Carlin died on June 22nd, 2008 from heart failure at age 71. He would be missed by many, not missed by a few, and the rest perhaps did not know about George Carlin until the news of his death appeared on Yahoo and MSN under the entertainment section. George Carlin graced many stages, made HBO worth paying for and won four Grammy awards for comedy albums, which I am ashamed to say I did not buy any of because I thought both he and I would live forever. Now I will have to contribute to his estate.
George Carlin was a brilliant American standup comedian, actor and author who spoke bluntly about the quirks of pop culture and life. George Carlin’s style and frankness made people laugh but offended those who needed to be offended. His motto was “I think it’s the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately.”
I am sure there would be hundreds of tributes paid to George Carlin both in print and in blog. This blog is paying tribute to George Carlin not because his death reminded me he was once alive but because it reminded me I have one of his books to read, which I will only identify as ISBN 1401301347. I will start the book tonight because death generally reminds me what time is all about and why saving the best underwear for that special occasion is a mistake.
I will end with some quotes by George Carlin:
Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.
Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
“I am” is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that “I do” is the longest sentence?
Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong.
If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman around to hear him… is he still wrong?
If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
If you can’t beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
When someone is impatient and says, “I haven’t got all day,” I always wonder how can that be? How can you not have all day?
Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
I credit that eight years of grammar school with nourishing me in a direction where I could trust myself and trust my instincts. They gave me the tools to reject my faith. They taught me to question and think for myself and to believe in my instincts to such an extent that I just said, “This is a wonderful fairy tale they have going here, but it’s not for me.”
At a formal dinner party, the person nearest death should always be seated closest to the bathroom.