No, this won’t be a regular feature.  I am too scatterbrained to commit to finishing anything.

But as a young Hippo, through various political phases, I always identified as a George Carlin disciple.  What he said, and how he said it – really spoke to me.  Not that he was a saint (he’d never claim to be), nor that I agreed with everything he said (he would never even TRY for that) – but he always made me think.  And laugh like a goddamned hyena.  His clean bits are fun.  His wordplay is fun.  His lengthy profanity recitation is sure motherfucking goddamned fun.  Shit, he even makes despair and political hopelessness…FUN!

As I mentioned elsewhere in the Clubhouse, I hate that he wasn’t here to eviscerate Donald Micropenis Trump.  If anyone is the anti-Carlin, it’s that creepy slimebucket.  I’m not sure he has spent a FULL LOUSY MINUTE in thought, once in his useless life.

The 2-part, 4-hour(ish) documentary is full of interesting detail, really old clips (including sub hosting for Johnny Carson – how did I miss/forget THAT?), and analysis of the man and the FAMILY behind the legend.  I liked the bit about when he left house at 17 (to join the AIR FORCE – like our imaginary pal WCS!).  For his older brother, he left an envelope with something to open/look at whenever he needed cheering up.

It was a picture of their father’s gravestone.

George’s daughter Kelly is also heavily featured, and brutally honest without being bitter or seeming like a complainer.  It’s so fucking good.

And hey?  Did you ever realize that most people who are against abortion are people you wouldn’t want to fuck in the first place??

(NOTE – my heavily-utilized, non-FB season “tag” is also from a Carlin bit.)

I think the Geographically Disparate Whalers play the Ice Gigantes tonight.  Should be re-name the visitors the Whale(uh)canes?  I think Horatio would buy a sweater then!

(only semi-related, Michelle Joy gives Hippo the most raging of semis…)