Spiritual Surf: George Carlin, Tim Russert, and Baghdad


The mind that is so sure of itself and who it thinks we are — and who others are — goes into shock at the thought of its own extinction. It’s terrified by that moment when it goes from “On” — to forever, .

It’s most shocking when the mind’s fear of mortality is projected onto familiar figures who die suddenly.

George Carlin, June 23, may his soul be sanctified:

Mr. Carlin was born in New York City in 1937. “I grew up in New York wanting to be like those funny men in the movies and on the radio,” he said. “My grandfather, mother and father were gifted verbally, and my mother passed that along to me. She always made sure I was conscious of language and words.”

Tim Russert, June 13, may his soul be sanctified:

Tim Russert, NBC journalist and political heavyweight host of “Meet the Press,” has died after collapsing at NBC’s Washington news bureau. He was 58 years old.

Television sources said Russert was recording a voice-over when he collapsed in the studio today.

A Female body-packer/suicide-bomber, Baghdad, June 22 . . .

Cathartic events like this ask each of us (or not) if it’s time to take a step back. Is the instrument of thought, and the machinery of mind, a reliable knower and archiver? Is it the only vehicle for knowing yourself?

To those who cannot read this, our prayers.

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One Response to “Spiritual Surf: George Carlin, Tim Russert, and Baghdad”

  1. R.I.P.

    “But I’ll tell you what they don’t want. They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that. That doesn’t help them. That’s against their interests. They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago. You know what they want? Obedient workers – people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork but just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it. And, now, they’re coming for your Social Security. They want your fucking retirement money. They want it back, so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street. And you know something? They’ll get it. They’ll get it all, sooner or later, because they own this fucking place. It’s a big club, and you ain’t in it. You and I are not in the big club.”