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“There's no harm in reviewing the past from time to time; knowing where you've been is part of knowing where you are, and all that happy horse shit. But the American media have an absolute fixation on this. They rob us of the present by insisting on the past. If they were able, I'm sure they would pay equal attention to the future. Trouble is, they don't have any film on it.”

Quote by George Carlin

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Brain Droppings

This book is a compilation of the author's thoughts and observations on various topics, offering a humorous take on everyday life and human nature. more

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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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