one of the things that sucks about getting old is that your heroes start to die. kurt vonnegut, william burroughs, hunter thompson, and now: george carlin, who died yesterday, june 22nd, 2008.in his later years, carlin moved away from the wordplay and keenly simple observational comedy that were his hallmark to talking about things that he felt were important: the abuse of the common man by corporations and goverment, the need to take a stand against it by pointing out its self-destructive absurdity, and our own deeply rooted monkey-mindedness.
carlin loved us, pitied us, and was frustrated by our stupidity and greed, all at the same time. he was one of the few people that said anything that mattered. his death is a wound in the world that no one else can fill. we will miss him every day that we're here and he's not. to quote a chrome bones song:
and there's no god
and life never stops
it just goes on without us
on without us
and there's no god
no angels or aliens
we just made'em up
just made it up
but i find i love you still