When I saw George Carlin’s latest HBO special, “It’s Bad For Ya,” I realized George Carlin’s prime never ended. He was still as brilliant as always, and would remain so until he died – which was to have taken place no sooner than ten years from now.
Most comics get a couple years in the spotlight before they’ve completely tapped their talent wells. George probably had his notepad ready as he was waiting for death in the hospital yesterday.
He’s one of my biggest influences, but I’m hesitant to say so now. By doing so, I feel like I’m pissing on Carlin’s grave. Imagine the disgust Paul McCartney would feel upon finding out Jessica Simpson claims The Beatles as an influence. Everyone is a hack when compared to George Carlin.
It’s an overused term for anyone who dies, but George Carlin was a legend and a national treasure. God damn that cocksucker for dying.