R.I.P. George Carlin

What a terrible way to greet the dawn....George Carlin died yesterday at the age of 71, from heart failure.

I *owned* copies of both "Class Clown" and "Operation: Foole," his best LPs from the '70's. He was the first host of the first episode of "Saturday Night Live," and a puncturer of everyone's ego balloons - an equal opportunity curmudgeon. His 7 words you can never say on television ended up spurring a United States Supreme Court decision that made it far less likely that you would get your station fined for broadcasting anything else other than Whitebread Content. (At least until Janet Jackson's Nipple of Doom). The 7 words? Shit, piss, cunt, fuck, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits. In the original routine, Mr. Carlin advised that these were the words that would "lose the war for the Allies."

The Beloved Spouse and I mourn him today, and he will be missed.

Just for you George: Goodnight, motherfucker. Say hello to Lenny for us.

Hugs,
Alysoun