George Carlin is dead.

Along with Bill Hicks and Richard Pryor, one of my three comic heroes.

Aside from actually dying, the one thing I think he'd regret would have been to miss out on watching our "civilization" finally burst into flames when the collapse finally comes. I think even he would have been awed by the spectacle of destruction, but he would have still laughed his ass off.

Despite his curmudgeonly and sardonic demeanor though, I think deep down he truly gave a crap. Cynics are just romantics whose eyes have been poked out with a sharp stick.

We've lost a great man in the war against the forces of darkness.