SHIT, PISS, FUCK, CUNT, COCKSUCKER, MOTHERFUCKER, TITS

Comedy legend George Carlin died last night, and I couldn't think of a more appropriate way to honor, eulogize, and remember one of the men who paved the way for the self-indulgent crap I engage in on this blog than to just come out and title this post with his famous Seven Dirty Words.

(I mean paved the way in terms of saying whatever I want, not bringing Teh Funny. That much should be painfully obvious.)

Anyhow, Carlin was a smart, clever man with a permanently rebellious soul and, shock-words or not, I can't see Bill Maher & Jon Stewart & Lewis Black and others of their stripe doing what they do without Carlin coming before them. Politics, anger, moral outrage at "morally"-driven outrageousness, & funny-as-shit riffing, that was his formula and thank goodness there are others around who also do it well.

I know George loathed religion more than anything else, so I doubt he believed in any sort of spiritual hereafter. But that doesn't mean I can't wish him well in whatever comes now, so I'll still offer a tried-and-true Rest In Piece.

Even if your bones are just laying in the ground, let em lay em lay there peacefully. Adios. And just for good luck, here are the "auxiliaries":