This, my friends, is a huge loss. Lenny Bruce opened the door and George jumped in. God love him. Oh wait, George isn't on the believe wagon. I love that.
I'll tell ya the truth. In the last few years, George lost a tiny edge. Not his delivery. Not his timing. To me, he sacrificed not-bad people for the joke more often than I would have liked. He had better aim before.
But he sure gave a big FU to the people that needed it too.
And there's the key. I disagreed often with George recently, but when a man loves the language so very much, then one must applaud.
And when that voice flips off the enemy - in front a huge audience - that voice demands admiration.
Lastly, let's tell the truth here. Losing George means we're all getting old. And that..while we can embrace it from time to time...sucks.
Good night, vulgarian/contrarian
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Posted by Crustodio at 10:36 PM