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aimless, aimless

So I heard some of Bill Hicks for the first time tonight. A friend of mine had one of Hicks' CDs in the car, and as we drove off to look for a projector for me to use on film screenings at the theatre space I was shocked and appalled at what I heard.

But man, did he have a lot of shit right.

I never really thought of it as possible. But I do recall admitting to my girlfriend a short time ago that I thought of the world as a horrible, horrible place. Bill Hicks was one of the folks who told it like it was/is.

I'm really not doing him justice with the words I'm writing. But when the guy goes on a rant about how Rush Limbaugh "is like one of those fat gay guys who just sits in the tub and has a bunch of other guys pee on him", then describes how it's Ronald Reagan and George Bush (the senior) doing the pissing..."Oh, Ronnie, I can't get it hard; pee in my mouth!" Then Barbara Bush is called in, and as she straddles Rush's face and looses the girdle, her two labia "unfurl" and reach "halfway down to her knees, like some big ball-less scrotum"...

"Wow" doesn't even begin to describe my reaction. I don't have the energy to begin articulating the thoughts revolving in my skull at the moment. And J___ and I were talking about live theatre, and what it does to audiences, and what it's there for, and how I think that talk radio shows and stand-up comedy are really really sad, and how I think it's too loud in Best Buy and it's a store that's waaaaaaaay overpriced but suckers go there anyway. And how I was essentially set up for failure by the rest of the Advisors for the last show I've directed there, and how I can't wait for it to end, and for me to take the next four months off (except for my indie program there), and how the program will either crash and burn or rise from the ashes--I win, either way.

Then it's back to Bill Hicks talking about how he'd like to wring Jesse Helms' chicken neck. How the defecit is a scam. How the only drugs that are legalized don't do a thing for you, and that those which are most criminalized are the ones that illuminate you to the fact that you're being fucked over time and time again.

Why am I doing what I'm doing again?

___

LONE WOLF AND CUB
Lyrics by Horse Power

Name: Lone Wolf and Cub
Father and son assassins
Baby cart in Hell

Slice and slice and chop
And slice and slice and slice and chop
Slice and slice and chop
And slice and slice and slice and chop

Ogami Itto
Was head executioner
Now he's a hired sword

Slice and slice and chop
And slice and slice and slice and chop
Slice and slice and chop
And slice and slice and slice and chop

Daigoro, the son
Accomplice in the killing
Death in a daiper

Slice and slice and chop
And slice and slice and slice and chop
Slice and slice and chop
And slice and slice and slice and chop

Boy pees from the trees
Father slays the stunned ronin
Such a naughty tyke

11:58 p.m. - 2005-11-28

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