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George Carlin is dead. This man paved the way for what comedy is today, an art that not only expresses and entertains the masses, but pushes limits and sets new boundaries. Carlin had been suffering from heart failure for years and went into the hospital complaining of chest pains. He died later that evening. I’d like to say that he’s smiling at us from heaven…or hell, but he was never a fan of that phrase. This man will be missed.
A Great Loss
Yesterday afternoon, an incredible figure in broadcast journalism and more specifically, political journalism, passed away suddenly. Tim Russert, long-running host of Meet the Press on NBC, suffered a heart-attack Friday afternoon while recording voiceovers for his Sunday broadcast. Tom Brokaw, retired anchor of NBC’s Nightly News broadcast broke the news that afternoon. He called Russert “one of the premire political journalists and analysts of his time.” Russert was known by everyone by his genuine passion for politics and sports. He is survived by his son, wife, three sisters, and his father. While the political field tries to cope with this news, one can’t help but notice that our Sunday mornings will never be the same again.
