Among all the great men, only one could make me feel pride about living in New Jersey–Mr. George Carlin. The comic master taught me a lot more than the seven dirty words; he taught me when to say them, too. Hint: not in front of Mom.
His observations were biting, humorous and painfully true.

” . . . we’re going to ban the toy guns, and keep the F-ing real ones . . . ”

” . . . Next time you civil war buffs reenact the battle of Gettysburg, do us all a favor. Use real ammunition! . . .”

” . . . I would like to be Pope, because they can pick their name. I’d be Pope Corky the 23rd . . . ”