(I posted this to my friends and associates on the GP thread first. It will go through minor changes, as I find and correct mistakes. Rewriting and polishing isn't only often needed, but it is a privilege. A special thanks to Kate*, Starbrite, Supernormal, Red Shirt, Mabuse, & Mr. Predictor for hearing me out in real time when I REALLY needed to speak. I don't
like it when the planet loses a ~TRICKSTER~. I'm still feeling the sting of Harvey Korman's death. These are voices I admired - humor of a type that is a veritable
God's Flesh for me to consume atop a crumbling Mesoamerican stepped pyramid in lieu of proffering my own ripped out heart to a Don Rickles-faced Gukumatz.)
Carlin often said he wanted to be alive when the end of the world came. He wanted to see the giant meteor destroy everything.
His sentiment placed things in a certain perspective.
I liked his shocking schtick. Tired of all the "worrying" "safety" "do it for the children" constantly buzzed into our heads by the media, he once screamed on the stage, "FUCK THE CHILDREN! I'M SICK OF HEARING HOW WE HAVE TO KEEP WORRYING ABOUT THE GODDAMN CHILDREN!"
Very funny. He said those words several years ago, upset at how we are turning into a big safety mongering Disneyland. Look where we are today: Wear your bicycle helmets! Watch out for psuedoephedrine! Careful! Careful! Be careful out there! Don't speak up, you'll lose your job you hate! Store water! And oh my God, your credit! Your identity! It's all about to blow up in your face! (fade to automobile commercial)
JESUS. It's a form of TERRORISM the way the media attempts to keep the average citizen so amped up. (and what about the weather? GOD SAVE ME from all the hairpiece wearing weathermen who act like the next cold front and rain shower is a subject worthy of national concern, all of them with their little remote control clickers and background graphics. WHO CARES? FUCK THE UMBRELLAS. WE'LL JUST GET WET IF WE HAVE TO. I mean, it's not as if we are a species formed out of Alka-Seltzer tablets. Were that the case, I would understand and share the concern. When tablets of sodium bicarbonate laced with citrus acid meet water, they are completely screwed, man.
Plop Plop Fizz Fizz, Now you know how grim Death is.)
So if there is an overlooked major conspiracy out there, it's the damn news shows whose melodramatic representatives speak with the inflections of daytime soaps actors.
Carlin must have been disgusted with how we check our shoes for bombs at airports, drug test employees - who will NEVER be NEAR any heavy machinery - as if they are air traffic controllers, and treat Salmonella like it's the mofocken'
Bubonic plague! Salmonella! Salmonella! That's all I'm hearing about. So quickly my friendly local news anchors forget about Burma/China/Palfrey etc etc. And so quickly they will forget the passing of George Carlin - the no good son of a bitching broadcasting bastards.
Carlin's 7 words you can't say on television
with examples:
1. Shit - The bird shit on the statue.
2. Piss - I have to piss like a race horse.
3. Fuck - Fuck you.
4. Cunt - She has a nasty cunt.
5. Cocksucker - Go to hell, you cocksucker.
6. Motherfucker - You are a motherfucker.
7. Tits - Hey, nice tits.
As well as three "auxiliary" words:
1. Fart - I farted.
2. Turd - Who dropped a turd in the urinal?
3. Twat - Shave that hairy twat.
When George Knapp made the announcement, he revealed Carlin had been very interested in UFOs and Knapp had been a regular private supplier/smuggler to Carlin of anything of interest regarding that subject. Knapp said Carlin kept his UFO interests on the QT.
I was definitely unaware of Carlin's interest in UFOs, but now that I think about it, it seems obvious it would be something Carlin would investigate. I can't swear to it, but I seem to remember routines about aliens and his doing an impression of a flying saucer sound. Not exactly red flags, but in hindsight, they sort of are just that.
It was indeed fortunate Knapp was hosting on this Black Sunday/Mo(ur)nday. Extremely so.
This post was in memory of Mr. Carlin.
About his life, career, and philosophy....
As Bill & Ted would say:
~EXCELLENT~!!!
(crunching E minor power chord on the flying V guitar)
P.S.
(changing speeds)
to be read in a quiet voice by lit candle:
Writing as one
~TRICKSTER~ ,
about the passing of another,
I hide my sadness in a smile,
my tears in a golden thimble,
and my stilled heart in a song....
(blow out candle)
