This is ever the bane of the comedian while he is still alive (ask Steve Martin), being made into the stage image; but to be permanently cemented into the damnable mould at death - and by your so-called followers? That's just sick.
I wish there was some kind of contractual signed agreement between big shiny comedians, that prevented them from saying anything whatsoever about the 'influential' career of the newly deceased. Something tells me, that just maybe, just maybe at the moment of death, George Carlin's career was to him as a miserable curse; a tawdry and infectious rag; something, very probably a gift which he did well with at times (some of his clean quirky observations), and which he made a total freaking mess of as he got progressively...is 'famous' the word?
One says: "[He was] always challenging us to look at ourselves and question our belief systems".
No he wasn't. I'm willing to bet he never did that even once to anybody. What he did do was merely help to confirm the lost and drifting tide of secularized rebrobates in their pursuit of whatever the moment had to give them.
I hope George Carlin returned to the Catholic faith in which he was brought up before he died. If even in secret interior repentance; a cry or moan to Jesus his Saviour. At the moment of death, such 'jokes' as the following simply a get an all too real and straight answer:
"How come when it's us, it's 'an abortion,' but when it's a chicken, it's an omelet?"It is because one is an embryonic chicken, and one is an embryonic human person.
And for the human person, 'embryonic' pertains to a few meagre weeks (in which the person's entire genetic structure, that is, everything to do biologically with that person's being, is already incarnate), after which stage, the abortionist has to dismember instead of vacuum.