You're no doubt aware that George Carlin is dead. He'll be missed.
Carlin was a curmudgeon, and I mean that in the sense that Jon Winokur means it:
They don't hate mankind, just mankind's absurdities. They're just as sensitive and soft-hearted as the next guy, but they hide their vulnerability beneath a crust of misanthropy.
Carlin suffered a bit from "originator's syndrome"-- the style of comedy he created was so often imitated by lesser lights that his own comedy suffered by association. And, though in recent years his bitterness sometimes threatened to overshadow the humor*, when he did make me laugh it was a howl.
Please honor his memory by treating your workmates to this obscenity-laden lecture.
*I have a small problem with comedians who are so angry they no longer feel the need to be funny. This is why I don't belong to the cult of Bill Hicks.
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"7 words you can't use at a funeral"
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