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“I do this real moron thing, and it's called thinking. And apparently I'm not a very good American because I like to form my own opinions.”

Quote by George Carlin

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George Carlin
George Carlin

George Carlin, born on May 12, 1937, in New York, USA, was a renowned American comedian, writer, and actor. His career began in the 1960s, and he became famous for his unique sense of humor and insightful observations on social phenomena. Carlin was known for his sharp wit and satirical take on politics, religion, language, and culture, often sparking controversy but also winning widespread acclaim. more

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