Bill Hicks – A True Visionary

A philosopher with the heart of a poet or a lover, the spirited anger of a raging tyrant and a streak of heart-felt optimism rarely found in the most religious of men; Bill Hicks is both an insightful comic and the underplayed luminary of a generation that failed recognise his beautiful vision.

Bill Hicks

Bill Hicks - A Dreamer. Thinking Differently.

The comedian’s comedian, Bill never achieved public notoriety in his native US and even the fan-base he appealed to in the UK was pushed to the margins; reserved for the likes of the left-wing oxford students forced to pass around bootleg tapes in the absence of a mainstream outlet for Bill’s material. Though he achieved some fame in his lifetime, Hicks never really gained the fame he was owed until after his death and even now, with the whole world of comedy open at our feet, he is still an esoteric comic for the select few.

I don’t believe that anyone who listens to Bill can find him un-funny; I don’t believe that anyone can seriously discredit his razor-sharp approach to political satire or the perfect timing and delivery of his jokes. I believe even less that people are put off of Bill by the “crude” and shocking material that Bill often showcased. If the latter were true people wouldn’t put up with Jeremy Clarkson’s sensationalist rambles for what I like to call “Murdoch’s Marketing Machine”, producing opinions on queue for the Mail and the Sun “almost as if they aren’t real” – Stewart Lee…. No, people like shock value, it gives them something to degrade and something to put down. Bill knew, that rather than try to create something truly original, people generally find it much easier to follow the crowds and consequently choose to scorn anyone that doesn’t:

“You see, we are here at the same point again where you, the fucking peon masses, can once again ruin anyone who tries to do anything because you don’t know how to do it on your own! That’s where we’re fucking at! Once again the useless wastes of fucking flesh that has ruined everything good in this goddamn world! That’s where we’re at. Hitler had the right idea! He was just an underachiever! Kill ‘em all, Adolf! All of ‘em! Jew, Mexican, American, White, kill ‘em all! Start over! The experiment didn’t work! Rain 40 days, please fucking rain to wash these turds off my fucking life! Wash these human wastes of flesh and bone off this planet! I pray to you, God, to kill these fucking people!”

Bill channelled his anger into a hilarious conduit, challenging the most controversial topics; from the promotion of psychoactive drugs to the thrills of masturbation and the lack of love observed in fundamentalist Christians and pro-lifers. Bill’s distaste spread to anything related to the system: Marketing, banality, rampant consumerism, anything deployed by a higher power had to be shown for what it truly was. To Bill, individuality was all that mattered and there was simply no excuse for a person to follow sheepishly behind the pack.

Unlike Clarkson, unlike Dave Chappele, unlike Jack Dee, Bill had a sreak of optimism and ambition for the human race. He believed that people, generally, are not inherently good or inherently bad, but that there are powers above and beyond our control that force us daily to lower our natural essence and make rash decisions and actions that are not motivated by the concept of true evil. Hicks’ anger, to me, stems from a deep love for humanity and a sadness that he couldn’t reach the people, try as he might with his preacher like mentality.

His views on religion were fundamental, he believed religion should go, but unlike our neo-religious Darwinists and Dawkinists Hicks wasn’t so spiritless as to assume a human supremacy through scientific understanding. His creed was that god resides in all that we are in fact eternal and beautiful:

“Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we’re the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.”

His political expressions were succinct, iconoclastic and profound. His ability to distil an understanding and express it in the most memorable ways and to use comedy to open up covered flesh for self-analysis was Bill’s forte. Never has there been such an insightful political force in our world that has been so hopelessly ignored and diminutised. The only problem with this kind of expression is that Bill set a standard so high that other comedians find it not to end up looking like cheap imitations of him:

“I’ll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. “I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.” “I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.” “Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!” “Shut up! Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control. Here’s Love Connection. Watch this and get fat and stupid. By the way, keep drinking beer, you fucking morons.”

The lack of sympathy for Hicks’ view was not down to a lack of emulation with his views or even a lack of understanding. People simply didn’t want to be told what he was telling them… that they were fettered, blinded sheep, controlled by a ruling hegemony. He showed his crowds how the media was merely a syndicate for influencing our opinions on side with the government; that TV was nothing more than a device to ignite desire and destroy self-analysis and ambitions of a higher state. For more information on the negative effects of TV frequencies please read Len Horowitz’s astounding article on 440hz for mass hysteria.

Bill Hicks’ humour was enough to make even the most resistant laugh out loud and to break there seams with an almost indecent splurge of emotion. But he made you question, he made you think. Bill refreshed our schema about how we saw the world, pulled the cloth from our eyes, brought the shit to our noses in a way like never before. Bill’s view wasn’t on the TV, hadn’t been taught in schools; because everyone had been brainwashed to be forcefully resistant of the kind of positivism and love that Bill was sharing. People don’t like having their world turned upside down, they’re quite happy with the way things are because someone has a plan; it doesn’t matter what it is, whether its to get society chipped or wipe out half the population with shitty foods and poisonous substances like fluoride and aspartame, found ubiquitously in our daily lives. See the attached links for more info.

People like familiarity, reliable facts… why do you think science is so popular. You don’t have to be afraid, the clever people have worked everything out on this piece of paper for you so you can go back to sleep in the knowledge that no-one is judging you. You can eat ten tubs of chocolate ice cream across the week, sat in front of the TV with your expensive trinkets all around you and no-one’s up there to judge you. It’s cool, just keep buying shit, you’re free now, science says so, there’s no god. Plus the clever people have figured out what you do want and what you do need. You need life for a start, that’s important because seeing as how there’s no god now you need to make the most of this life. So be afraid, buy products that can cure you, the big pharmacological drugs companies will save you with their addictive products that don’t actually cure. While you’re at it you’d better make sure you’ve got a roof to cover your head so you need a mortgage there and to make the most of this life you’ve got to buy as much shit as you possibly can to put in your house because if you don’t you’ll get status anxiety.

This was the kind of stuff Bill talked about, the peeling back. He showed us that once you realise that those who are supposed to care for your welfare, those who you vote into office are put there by people with an agenda you can get used to assuming everything they say is slanted….or, bullshit. Bill showed us that the system only works because we are unaware of its secret functions.

To me Bill is one of the most amazing human being that has ever lived and I’m not ashamed to say that i shed a tear when i realised the great man had died at the age of 32 of pancreatic cancer. It doesn’t seem fair that all the good ones die. Please look into Bill if you haven’t and spread this kind of thinking around. Change your world, think differently; let’s fight this shit together. I’ll leave you now with Bill’s philosophy, Life is Just a Ride:

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