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06/23/2008: "RIP George Carlin"

Seven words come to mind when I think of George Carlin, who died yesterday of heart failure in Santa Monica. I think you know which ones they are, too. This being a family site, I won't use some of them here, but not because I can't - and George fought all the way to the Supreme Court to insure I could. There are no bad words, George said, only words. Some people chose to use words in bad ways, but that didn't make the words bad. I always found it incredibly ironic that the same people who fought to keep Carlin from using this arguement to defend words used the exact same arguement to defend guns.

Tits? That doesn't even belong on the list. It sounds like a nickname: "Tits ... Toots; Toots ... Tits". Maybe it's a new snack food: "New Lay's Tater Tits ... betcha can't eat just one.

As the Seventies progressed, George's focus got a little less precise (he just spent way too much time worrying about his stuff), which I can only blame on drugs. But he never lost his popularity, and even performed in Vegas last weekend. An original voice silenced.

George Carlin was 71.