George Carlin was among my first comic idols. It’s a real shame he’s not with us anymore.

Almost every eulogy and obituary I’ve seen on the talking picture box and the interwebs makes mention of his Seven Dirty Words bit, but he was much more than that. He was a great observational comic, a gifted wordsmith, and shied away from nothing. The profanity was nothing more than a tool in the toolbox, and he often used it to poke fun at society.

One of his bits that I always held close as a personal philosophy centered on how words in and of themselves are meaningless and harmless, and therefore inherently inoffensive. Context is what should offend people, not a word. I can use a string of profanity while praising you to the highest levels, and I can not utter a single four letter word while belittling and insulting you, and in this so-called enlightened age it’s the former over which people will get their panties in a bunch. It’s ridiculous.

Alas, now there’s one less person praying to Joe Pesci. I guess I should start.