En populär avliden komiker, som bland annat gillade knark och konspirationsteorier. Omnämnd i Garth Ennis macho-konstverk Preacher till exempel.
Torrents:
Korta smakprov (onda format, olika smaker):
- War on Drugs
- I Know Who the Antichrist is
- Elvis, Reagan and the Army
- War on Iraq (Det första, han dog 1994)
No, I don't do drugs anymore, either. But I'll tell you something about drugs. I used to do drugs, but I'll tell you something honestly about drugs, honestly, and I know it's not a very popular idea, you don't hear it very often anymore, but it is the truth: I had a great time doing drugs. Sorry. Never murdered anyone, never robbed anyone, never raped anyone, never beat anyone, never lost a job, a car, a house, a wife or kids. Just laughed my ass off, and went about my day.
I love talking about the Kennedy assasination. The reason I do is because I'm fascinated by it. I'm fascinated that our government could lie to us so blatantly, so obviously for so long, and we do absolutely nothing about it. I think that's interesting in what is ostensibly a democracy. Sarcasm - come on in. People say »Bill, quit talking about Kennedy man. It was a long time ago, just let it go, alright? It's a long time ago, just forget it.« I'm like, alright, then don't bring up Jesus to me, as long as we're talking shelf life here...
The worst kind of non-smokers are the ones that come up to you and cough. That's pretty fucking cruel isn't it? Do you go up to cripples and dance too?
I love the Pope, I love seeing him in his Pope-Mobile, his three feet of bullet proof plexi-glass. That's faith in action folks! You know he's got God on his side.
Think of me as Chomsky with dick jokes.
I'm so sick of arming the world, then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms, you know what I mean? We keep arming these little countries, then we go and blow the shit out of them. We're like the bullies of the world, y'know. We're like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheepherder's feet.
»Pick it up.«
»I don't wanna pick it up, Mister, you'll shoot me.«
»Pick up the gun.«
»Mister, I don't want no trouble. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don't even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain't looking for no trouble, Mister.«
»Pick up the gun.«
(He picks it up. Three shots ring out.)
»You all saw him - he had a gun.«
By the way, if anyone here is in advertising or marketing, kill yourself. Thank you, thank you. Just a little thought. I'm just trying to plant seeds. Maybe one day they'll take root. I don't know. You try. You do what you can. Kill yourselves. Seriously though, if you are, do. No really, there's no rationalisation for what you do, and you are Satan's little helpers, OK? Kill yourselves, seriously. You're the ruiner of all things good. Seriously, no, this is not a joke. »There's gonna be a joke coming...« There's no fucking joke coming, you are Satan's spawn, filling the world with bile and garbage, you are fucked and you are fucking us, kill yourselves, it's the only way to save your fucking soul. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show.
»You know what Bill's doing now, he's going for the righteous indignation dollar, that's a big dollar, a lot of people are feeling that indignation, we've done research, huge market. He's doing a good thing.« Godammit, I'm not doing that, you scumbags, quit putting a godamn dollar sign on every fucking thing on this planet!