It was spring of 1991, I was six years old, and on the television played an HBO broadcast special featuring the new conductor/narrator of Thomas the Tank Engine...
You know, the one after the guy with the British accent.
It was on this evening, during this HBO program.... when I distinctly remember learning something important.
This was when I first head the word, "fuck."
As an avid fan of the word and the innovative adaptations of it's use, most notably "motherfucker," I was saddened this week to say farewell to the man who introduced me to such a cathartic and universally effective piece of language.
In fact, when I learned of his death, my verbal reaction was:
"Whoa. Fuck..."
Things come full circle.
George Fucking Carlin, Farewell.
Rest in Peace.
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