He wasn’t funny. Well, of course he was, yes. But Carlin was a prophet. Profound. One of the most critical voices of my generation. If beatification was ever warranted for a “civilian” it would apply to GC. He did more to inspire thought than virtually anyone. And he celebrated often the usual. The banal. The ordinary and commonplace. That which we all share. That’s what I love. That’s what I celebrate. So from the proem through the apopemptic valedictory (redundant?), let’s muse. So get ready and try and keep up. Remember, nothing makes sense. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rome wasn’t built in a day. But Rome, Georgia, was. Infra, my contribution to the war effort.