faboo mama

*Disclaimer*: I’m one of many people who never thought George Carlin was funny and who believed that he ruined Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure.

Now, honestly people…why is it that just about every political blog has been spammed with the 30 year old “comedy” bits that weren’t funny 30 years ago?  I don’t get it.  Carlin didn’t contribute anything to society, at least to the world I lived in, beyond obnoxious holier-than-thou types quoting him like he was a genius or something.  And don’t act shocked he died.  He was 71 years old.  That’s a long time to annoy the hell out of me.  Is Carlin another sad icon of “speaking truth to power” by desperate, sheltered and too-afraid-to-defend-themselves liberals who are going to put him on a pedestal like Hunter S. Thompson?

Please tell me because I’m ’bout ready to go upside some heads.  What kills me the most are the atheists/anti-religionists are talking about how Carlin is part of some “comedy trinity” (among these types that includes Lenny Bruce and Andy Kaufmann (Y-A-W-N).

Yes.

Can the corpse-fucking end?

Now?

Please?

For whatever reason, I always feel a little bad when someone famous dies and I had no idea they were still alive. It’s not like they or their family members knew me. I’m almost positive, these people don’t live their lives wondering, “Hmmmm, I wonder if faboo mama knows that I’m not dead yet…”

Still, there’s that little twinge. Case in point, both Sir Edmund Hillary of Mt. Everest climbing fame and Carl Karcher of Carl’s Jr. fame died this week.

I thought Hillary been dead. I mean, before-I-was-born dead. I don’t know how I missed that in my 35 years of life he ‘been alive’. Hell, I watch those Discovery Channel docs on climbing. Surely, Hillary had been interviewed or mentioned.

As for Karcher, I spent an inordinate amount of time (about 3 minutes total) in the 90s wishing his death. Karcher, known for his ultra-conservative (read: racist, homophobic and misogynistic) views ensured that I wouldn’t miss him when he died. Hey, what’s one less racist to me, right? In fact, before I opened the newspaper this morning, if asked I would have be certain that Karcher died in the late 90s. And probably would have said it with glee.

So, RIP Hillary

Karcher…I’m sure there’s a Klansman out there crying a tear. Or two.