I remember watching George Carlin as the "Hippy-Dippy-Weatherman" when I was just a teenager.  I remember thinking how funny he was and that if the real weather and news shows had him on the air I would watch it.Later I remember the negative comments toward him because he spoke his mind about the Viet Nam war, politics, his relatives and just about any other subject that entered his twisted but gifted mind. I didn't have to agree with his thoughts but I laughed and felt guilty about laughing.  Why did I need to feel guilty?  His thoughts may not have been mine and I certainly would not use language as he did...but I laughed.  He was funny.  He was irreverant. He was opinionated. He not only pushed the envelope to the edge but he kicked it off the table!His stage persona didn't reflect his home life.  He was a devoted husband and father.  He brought home a paycheck and provided for his family.  OK, so it wasn't a "regular" job and neither was he a "regular" entertainer.  However, we watched and laughed and maybe blushed as we were brought into his world of warped wisdom and wit.So long, George Carlin.  Thanks for the years of laughter you left on a much too serious world.  Thanks for the seven words you cannot use on TV.  (I still have not figured out all seven!).  Your lifestyle is not mine, but your laughter was deeply needed during a time of conflict and unrest in our world.  And I finally found out that I didn't have to feel guilty for laughing at your comedy.Mz Scarlett...often blushing but laughing out loud!