George Carlin is still dead and there have been no reported sightings.

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George Carlin is still dead and there have been no reported sightings.

Heath Ledger reporting live.

They're not dead, they just went home. MIB :cool:

For those just tuning in- Buckwheat has been shot.

I'd heard Old Yeller was finally put to pasture. :(

I'd heard Old Yeller was finally put to pasture. :(

Naw he went to the 'kennel', Barbaro went to the pasture.

-Chris

Naw he went to the 'kennel', Barbaro went to the pasture.

-Chris

Now he has Eight Belles to practice his "stud duties" on.

eight belles :drool:

Mr. Wheat, Mr. Wheat!


F

This just in: they killed Kenny! You bastards!!!!!!

George Carlin is still dead and there have been no reported sightings.

I thought his schtick, obscene language and counterculture, to be boring and sophomoric. A good cursing out can be pure art but the gratuitous use of vulgarities tells you more than you want to know about the user. Nobody would have paid any attention to him if he hadn't been banned and rejected as just another blue nightclub act gone mainstream. The protesters of the '60s and '70's thought it was another good way to stick their finger in the old man's eye to listen to him. He fell into the same trap as many of his contemporaries, and wrecked his health and career with the heavy use of drugs. He established the bottom in bottom-feeder.
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I grew up in the era of the legitimate stand up comedians like Red Skelton, Bob Hope, and Milton Berle. Blue night club acts were left to Redd Foxx.

Red Skelton put on a performance for the United Nations that was 90 minutes without a word spoken that had people from every nation on earth rolling on the floor. There was no filth, no putdowns, no witty barbs. Nobody defamed, criticized, or insulted. Now days everything has to have an edge, and a target. It's all a testament to the coarsening of the culture. .........WOW!

Wow, I wouldn't have slammed him like that.

I thought he was funny, although I would agree his humor was rather sophomoric.
I certainly wouldn't diss him in death, although I wouldn't glorify his life as some would.
He was who he was and who he chose to be. Not suprising to me that he passed at 71, that seems like a pretty long life for the lifestyle he lead.

I heard Hitler, Elvis, and Ronald Reagan are all also still dead.

Mr. Wheat, Mr. Wheat!


Yeth?

This just in, Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead !

...and why would anyone believe that he would not be dead?

He seemed to be firmly against fantasies about afterlifes, reincarnation, etc...

...now John Paul still being dead... that says something. David Koresh? Still dead. Jerry Falwell? Can be found unraptured and rotting too. Marshall Applewhite? Still in the ground awaiting that starship. Jesus Christ? Well... you get the idea.

George Carlin had no misconceptions of what happened in the end. He's ****ing dead.

:gothiwink:

Misconceptions? You won't know until it happens to you. Personally, I'll not gamble with eternity. Pascal's Wager (http://www.peterkreeft.com/topics/pascals-wager.htm)

Josip Tito Broz and Vladimir Lenin (looks like the Russians finally got around to thawing him) were spotted out side a restaurant in Slovenia last night.

...and why would anyone believe that he would not be dead?

He seemed to be firmly against fantasies about afterlifes, reincarnation, etc...

...now John Paul still being dead... that says something. David Koresh? Still dead. Jerry Falwell? Can be found unraptured and rotting too. Marshall Applewhite? Still in the ground awaiting that starship. Jesus Christ? Well... you get the idea.

George Carlin had no misconceptions of what happened in the end. He's ****ing dead.

:gothiwink:
It doesn't prevent others from promoting him to God-like status like John Lennon, Elvis, or John Garfield.

My original post in this thread was a play on the hash and rehash media stories that will forever be known as "John Garfield Still Dead" stories, named for the original headline in the L.A. newspaper.

Who's John Garfield? Is it President Garfield from the victorian era?

John Garfield was a bad boy movie actor of the WWII and later era. He died in the saddle so to speak and the woman involved was not his wife. The media stories went on and on much like happened with Princess Di. Finally one old editor printed the "John Garfield Still Dead" headline and such stories have been so identified ever since.

Misconceptions? You won't know until it happens to you.
Wont know till "it" happens?. "It" of course, being death. Ok here's how it is, after you die you wont know anything because you are dead. You wont be able to wait for something to happen cause you will be.........dead. You wont be able to look forward to anything cause you will be..........(you guessed it) DEAD. The latter is a good thing, I wouldn't be all that happy about decomposure and watching maggots eat me.
:banghead::D

You sure sound pretty certain for someone who's never been dead.

:gg:

Saddam Hussein still dead.

I'm still alive!

I'm getting closer to dead every day.

My car is dead. If you want to meet him, come over before battery's charged.:hide:

What's the latest from JFK?

What's the latest from JFK?
He reports a great reunion with Marilyn Monroe.

Saddam Hussein still dead.

I heard he was well hung . . .

I heard he was well hung . . .
At one time there were some cell phone pictures floating around.

I heard he was well hung . . .

Yeah but he was pretty limp.

Misconceptions?

Yes, misconceptions.

"In the end" you are dead. When you are dead, the neurons no longer fire in your brain, so there is no thought. Without thought you can not come to a realization on anything.

Our thoughts are formed by electrical charges in our physical brain. No activity, no thoughts. When you are dead, you are unable to ponder the great mysteries. There is no "finding out".

You won't know until it happens to you. Personally, I'll not gamble with eternity. Pascal's Wager (http://www.peterkreeft.com/topics/pascals-wager.htm)

Oh for... not Pascal again.

The great French mathematician Blaise Pascal reckoned that, however long the odds against God's existence might be, there is an even larger asymmetry in the penalty for guessing wrong. You'd better believe in God, because if you are right you stand to gain eternal bliss and if you're wrong it won't make any difference anyway. On the other hand, if you don't believe in God and you turn out to be wrong you get eternal damnation, whereas if you are right it makes no difference. On the face of it the decision is a no-brainer. Believe in God.

There is something distinctly odd about the argument, however.
Believing is not something you can do as a matter of policy. At least it is not something I can do as an act of will. I can decide to go to church and decide to recite the Nicene Creed, and I can decide to swear on a stack of Bibles that I believe every word inside of them. But none of that can actually make me to believe it if I don't. Pascal's wager could only ever be an argument for feigning a belief in God. And the God you claim to believe in had better not be of the omniscient kind or he'd see through the deception. The ludicrous idea that believing is something you can decide to do is deliciously mocked by Douglas Adams in Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, where we meet the robotic Electric Monk, a labour-saving device that you buy 'to do your believing for you'. The de luxe model is advertised as 'Capable of believing things they wouldn't believe in Salt Lake City'.

But why, in any case, do we readily accept the idea that the one thing you must do if you want to please God is believe in him? What's so special about believing? Isn't it just as likely that God would reward kindness, or generosity, or humility? Or sincerity?
What if God is a scientist who regards honest seeking after truth as the supreme virtue? Indeed, wouldn't the designer of the universe have be a scientist? Bertrand Russell was asked what he would say if he died and found himself confronted by God, demanding to know why Russell had not believed in him. 'Not enough evidence, God, not enough evidence,' was Russell's (I almost said immortal) reply. Mightn't God respect Russell for his courageous scepticism (let alone for the courageous pacifism that landed him in prison in the First World War) far more than he would respect Pascal for his cowardly bet-hedging? And, while we cannot know which way God would jump, we don't need to know in order to refute Pascal's Wager. We are talking about a bet, remember, and Pascal wasn't claiming that his wager enjoyed anything but very long odds. Would you bet on God's valuing dishonestly faked belief (or even honest belief) over honest scepticism?

Then again, suppose the god who confronts you when you die turns out to be Baal, and suppose Baal is just as jealous as his old rival Yahweh was said to be. Mightn't Pascal have been better off wagering on no god at all rather than on the wrong god? Indeed, doesn't the sheer number of gods and goddesses on whom one might bet vitiate Pascal's whole logic? Pascal was probably joking when he promoted his wager, just as I am joking in my dismissal of it. But I have encountered people, for example in the question section after a lecture, who have seriously advanced Pascal's Wager as an argument in favour of believing in God, so it was right to give it a brief airing here.

Is it possible, finally, to argue for a sort of anti-Pascal wager?
Suppose we grant that there is indeed some small chance that God exists. Nonetheless, it could be said that you will lead a better, fuller life if you bet on his not existing, than if you bet on his existing and therefore squander your precious time on worshipping him, sacrificing to him, fighting and dying for him, etc. I won't pursue the question here, but you might like to bear it in mind when we come later to the evil consequences that can flow from religious belief and observance.

lol @ Richard Dawkins. That guy is the most colossal douche this century has spawned. :lol:

Yeah but he was pretty limp.

I heard he had E.D.

(Evil Dictator synd.)

Well, I really wasn't expecting someone to pull up Dawkins again but since you did:
This guy isn't even Christian and he says Dawkins is full of it.
Chopra versus Dawkins (http://alpha.redeemer.ca/pascal/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=35&Itemid=1)

I heard he had E.D.

(Evil Dictator synd.)

I dunno, every so often he'd have a massive sustained election.

I think Caleigh and I share a brain.


F

rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated...


I believe F has admitted he and Caliegh are half-wits...lol

Caleigh... Hence the reason why I acknowledge the existence of some higher power/force/being/collective energy of the universe et al... yet I am adamant not to make any futile assumptions as to what it is, nor what it may or may not want.

Subsequently, I often ponder as to how many countless lives could have been spared throughout history were people to realize that religion, in and of itself is ultimately a man-made device brought forth by the conscious free will inherent to us as human beings.

Regardless... we should all just accept and respect other's beliefs as just that and nothing more...

I think Caleigh and I share a brain.


FWouldn't that make you both half-wits? :suspense:

Wouldn't that make you both half-wits? :suspense:

not what I was after...:tisk: :thepan:

F

not what I was after...:tisk: :thepan:

F

Sexually intertwined twits.

Sexually intertwined twits.

huh? :hmm:


F

huh? :hmm:


F

Mind twitch(lost it for ten seconds).:eek::alchi::alchi:

not what I was after...:tisk: :thepan:

F

Ya gotta admit F, you set yourself up for that one! ;)

I think they share more than that...maybe each end of a huge black double ender?

OK, so if when you die there is nothing after that, nada, finito, decompose into dust, no afterlife, no heaven, no hell not even a lousy reincarnation as a dung beetle then ....

seems to me that the few 70 - 80 short average years of life span that some of us are lucky enough to enjoy is rather meaningless, hopeless and without significant point.

I mean, most of us struggle even in our rich nation to do well, make a living, enjoy a few moments of pleasure along the way and then bite the big one. Wow, what's the point? Why bother? Why should anyone make any extraordinary effort in this life if only for those few moments of pleasure? For a lasting legacy? So others will remember our name? Who bloody cares when you're dead then?

With that kind of logic it's a wonder that we have survived this long as a society, as a species.

Just one of those things that made me go; "hmmmm".

I think they share more than that...maybe each end of a huge black double ender?

elle owe ****ing elle

Wow, what's the point? Why bother? Why should anyone make any extraordinary effort in this life if only for those few moments of pleasure? For a lasting legacy? So others will remember our name? Who bloody cares when you're dead then?

Does a Cow care why it's here ? Or a Mouse or Monkey ? They just live whatever life they have and die. Does it make you feel better if you know your purpose is that of the Lab Rat, Monkey, and Cow for remote Alien civilizations who tampered with the former predominant life form (large reptiles) to allow mammals to develop and then use them as a planetary level genetic experiment to occasionally show up and take samples ?

http://smilies.vidahost.com/contrib/edoom/spacecraft.gif










(well it's a good premise for a sci-fi novel anyway)

;)

OK, so if when you die there is nothing after that, nada, finito, decompose into dust, no afterlife, no heaven, no hell not even a lousy reincarnation as a dung beetle then ....

seems to me that the few 70 - 80 short average years of life span that some of us are lucky enough to enjoy is rather meaningless, hopeless and without significant point.

I mean, most of us struggle even in our rich nation to do well, make a living, enjoy a few moments of pleasure along the way and then bite the big one. Wow, what's the point? Why bother? Why should anyone make any extraordinary effort in this life if only for those few moments of pleasure? For a lasting legacy? So others will remember our name? Who bloody cares when you're dead then?

With that kind of logic it's a wonder that we have survived this long as a society, as a species.

Just one of those things that made me go; "hmmmm".

If you feel that you need a promise of something better at the end of your life to give that life meaning, then I feel sorry for you.




If you're good, I'll take you for ice cream later.