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George Carlin - now pissing off the censors wherever his soul got frisbeed to
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Comedian George Carlin dies at 71
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25322638/
LOS ANGELES - Comedian George Carlin, a counter-culture hero famed for his routines about drugs and dirty words, died of heart failure at a Los Angeles-area hospital Sunday, a spokesman said. He was was 71.
Carlin, who had a history of heart problems, died at St. John's Health Center in Santa Monica about 6 p.m. PT after being admitted earlier in the afternoon for chest pains, spokesman Jeff Abraham told Reuters.
Known for his edgy, provocative material, Carlin achieved status as an anti-Establishment icon in the 1970s with stand-up bits full of drug references and a routine about seven dirty words you could not say on television. A regulatory battle over a radio broadcast of his "Filthy Words" routine ultimately reached the U.S. Supreme Court.
Let's remember this man, because he was fucking funny and a pretty awesome dude all around.
Snip from his website:
concerning the "big world," let me say a few things.
I'm happy to tell you there is very little in this world that I believe in. Listening to the comedians who comment on political, social, and cultural issues, I notice most of their material reflects an underlying belief that somehow things were better once and that with just a little effort we could set them right again. They're looking for solutions, and rooting for particular results, and I think that necessarily limits the tone and substance of what they say. They're talented and funny people, but they're nothing more than cheerleaders attached to a specific, wished-for outcome.
I don't feel so confined. I frankly don't give a fuck how it all turns out in this country - or anywhere else, for that matter. I think the human game was up a long time ago (when the high priests and traders took over), and now we're just playing out the string. And that is, of course, precisely what I find so amusing: the slow circling of the drain by a once promising species, and the sappy, ever-more-desperate belief in this country that there is actually some sort of "American Dream," which has merely been msiplaced.
The decay and disintegration of this culture is astonishingly amusing if you are emotionally detached from it. I have always viewed it from a safe distance, knowing I don't belong; it doesn't include me, and it never has. No matter how you care to define it, I do not indentify with the local group. Planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, party, union, club, association, neighborhood, improvement committee;I have no interest in any of it. I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.
So, if you read something in this book that sounds like advocacy of a particular political point of view, please reject the notion. My interest in "issues" is merely to point out how badly we're doing, not to suggest a way we might do better. Don't confuse me with those who cling to hope. I enjoy describing how things are, I have no interest in how they "ought to be." And I certainly have no interest in fixing them. I sincerely believe that if you think there's a solution, you're part of the problem. My motto: Fuck Hope! (he he he - Medo)
P.S. Lest you wonder, personally, I am a joyful individual with a long, happy marriage and a close and loving family. My career has turned out better than I ever dreamed, and continues to expand. I am a pesonal optomist but skeptic about all else. What may sound to some like anger is really nothing more than sympathetic contempt. I view my species with a combination of wonder and pity, and I root for it's destruction. And please don't confuse my point of view with cynicism; the real cynics are the ones who tell you everything's gonna be all right.
P.P.S. By the way, if, by chance, you folks do manage to straighten things out and make everything better, I still don't wish to be included.
I'm happy to tell you there is very little in this world that I believe in. Listening to the comedians who comment on political, social, and cultural issues, I notice most of their material reflects an underlying belief that somehow things were better once and that with just a little effort we could set them right again. They're looking for solutions, and rooting for particular results, and I think that necessarily limits the tone and substance of what they say. They're talented and funny people, but they're nothing more than cheerleaders attached to a specific, wished-for outcome.
I don't feel so confined. I frankly don't give a fuck how it all turns out in this country - or anywhere else, for that matter. I think the human game was up a long time ago (when the high priests and traders took over), and now we're just playing out the string. And that is, of course, precisely what I find so amusing: the slow circling of the drain by a once promising species, and the sappy, ever-more-desperate belief in this country that there is actually some sort of "American Dream," which has merely been msiplaced.
The decay and disintegration of this culture is astonishingly amusing if you are emotionally detached from it. I have always viewed it from a safe distance, knowing I don't belong; it doesn't include me, and it never has. No matter how you care to define it, I do not indentify with the local group. Planet, species, race, nation, state, religion, party, union, club, association, neighborhood, improvement committee;I have no interest in any of it. I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.
So, if you read something in this book that sounds like advocacy of a particular political point of view, please reject the notion. My interest in "issues" is merely to point out how badly we're doing, not to suggest a way we might do better. Don't confuse me with those who cling to hope. I enjoy describing how things are, I have no interest in how they "ought to be." And I certainly have no interest in fixing them. I sincerely believe that if you think there's a solution, you're part of the problem. My motto: Fuck Hope! (he he he - Medo)
P.S. Lest you wonder, personally, I am a joyful individual with a long, happy marriage and a close and loving family. My career has turned out better than I ever dreamed, and continues to expand. I am a pesonal optomist but skeptic about all else. What may sound to some like anger is really nothing more than sympathetic contempt. I view my species with a combination of wonder and pity, and I root for it's destruction. And please don't confuse my point of view with cynicism; the real cynics are the ones who tell you everything's gonna be all right.
P.P.S. By the way, if, by chance, you folks do manage to straighten things out and make everything better, I still don't wish to be included.
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wow, that's so sad.
fuck I have no words. fuck.
This.
Carlin has had a special place in my heart, ever since I snuck listens of my dad's vinyl version of Class Clown back when I was about 10.
The man will be missed.
~ Buckaroo Banzai
I have 7, but you can't post them on the internets.
Does this count with Russert and Kennedy, or are there 2 more great people about to die?
http://youtube.com/watch?v=MeSSwKffj9o
I think I'll watch Dogma tomorrow.
he was an old fuck.
I missed his last standup.
God, I wanted to go see him on stage one day...
Wow. I felt that Carlin had stopped being funny some time ago, but after reading that I see he also became a complete twat somewhere along the way. "Good riddance" would be too harsh, and that's not how I feel, but after reading this I can't say I'm exactly moved by his passing, either.
I liked him ever since he was Mr. Conductor at Shining Time Station. The fact that he was an awesome comedian was really just gravy later on.
Great post for a remembrance thread. Thanks for your input.
Kennedy hasn't died, moniker.
Rest in peace, George.
chair to Creation and then suplex the Void.
A dead man walking is still a dead man. Look at Strom Thurmond, only now we have an estimate.
And Carlin certainly lost his way towards the end, going from misanthropic to just hating people it seemed. Still, he was great.
If you wanted an echo chamber without any false notes then perhaps you shouldn't have cut and pasted a patently nasty screed in which the recently departed claims that:
Now that's more rude than anything I could ever hope to come up with. Cheers, and goodnight, Medo.
THAT's more rude than anything I could ever hope to come up with.
I know reading is very hard. It's worth the effort though.
EDIT: Go ahead and reply, I'll stop here and keep digging up hilarious youtubes.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=BTyzTJTNhNk
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From the sound of it, everything disappointed Carlin.
chair to Creation and then suplex the Void.
I do not think you are a troll. But I do think you are putting words in my mouth. I think that I offended you, and you are taking what I wrote and re-wording it in a way that casts me in the worst possible light. I re-stated my own exact words and pointed out exactly where you misconstrued them. I am defending my own post, nothing more.
George made laugh and -better yet- think for most of my formative years. I couldn't be more sad with his passing.
"For a few seconds Oskar saw through Eli's eyes. And what he saw was...himself. Only much better, more handsome, stronger than what he thought of himself. Seen with love."
--John Ajvide Lindqvist, Let the Right One In (Page 446).
Doubtful but I couldn't think of a good way to title the thread that didn't include "RIP" but conveyed that he died
"George Carlin does a Bill Hicks impersonation"
He's a Frisbeetarianist. When you die, he believes your soul gets flung on to the roof and just stays there.