My grandpa, George Carlin, has merged with the infinite. I was hoping he’d live forever, that his caustic observations and impish wordplay would continue to provoke and stimulate until the comet he so desperately wished for wiped us self-obsessed and hypocritical humans off the face of the planet.
But Carlin’s black little ticker finally gave in, leaving us to indulge our greed, myopia and idiocy without fear of reprimand from a ponytailed ex-addict with a gruff voice and Everest-sized chip on his shoulder.
He was like a passenger in the back seat of an overcrowded car about to plunge over a cliff. While the driver and the other occupants fought over the wheel, Carlin hectored with bemused indignation at having to ride with such absolute fucking morons. Looks like he managed to open the door and jump free from the vehicle before it met its fiery fate. Good for him.
I’ll miss you, pep-pep.
George Carlin, Religion is Bullshit: