"How's everybody doing tonight?...Good. Well fuck you!!!"George Carlin conceived standup comedy as a loquacious filth farm for frail vulgarity and societal salute. He punctuated his act with an eloquent cadence. Beat perfect after hours upon hours of methodical preparation. No one utilized 'twat' with such glib freedom.
Carlin's obsessive deconstruction of word was licentious, insightful, hilarious. No comic did it better.
And now the man responsible for sin as some would have you believe (including maybe Carlin), is dead. Dead fucking dead. The Carlin Farce will saunter on in eternity. With Pryor, our departed laughter now monument.
For retrospect, go with You Are All Diseased. A terse amalgamation of intelligent wise cracks and speculative reasoning. Also check Tim Hennessy's short, but potent, The Milwaukee Seven. Posted nearly a year ago on his Notes of a Defeatist website, the author's fond affinity will surely resonate with fans.
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