I’d have put up a picture to show you what I mean, but every photograph of him taken before 1990 seems to be a copyrighted image, and management is adamant about the whole “not being sued” thing. Whatever.

Anyway, the man was quite the dish back in the day, although his charm had less to do with his looks and more to do with his clever tongue. If you were concerned with things like propriety, elegance, or wholesomeness, he probably wasn’t your speed. But for those who tended toward speaking their dirty mind, teasing the sanctimonious, and pissing off the Conservative Right, George Carlin was the ultimate figurehead. In his stand up comedy, nothing was sacred except freedom—freedom to say what you want, live how you choose, and be as crass as your sick and twisted mind would allow.

I ask you, is it possible NOT to respect a man whose favorite words couldn’t be uttered on t.v?

George Carlin was a choad. He was also savvy, loveable, and funny as fuckall. Something tells me he was one of those fabulous assholes who would have loved being called a choad, at least by this Network’s definition. But alas, we’ll never know.

I wasn’t a die-hard fan of the man, but his HBO specials certainly saw me through some sleepless nights. You’ve got to respect a guy who can be so politically incorrect and still win the affections of the masses. That’s what was really so badass about him—he was completely unapologetic, and usually right. Whatever your political or philosophical perspective, the man was a big advocate for basic common sense, and bless his blasphemous heart, he did it in a way that made you snort your beer out your nose.

Oh, how he will be missed.

Religion Is Bullshit, Seven Words, and a few selected others.

Religion is Bullshit:

Pussy Farts:

Rape can be funny:

and of course: