Another Dead Hero
Ich könnte hier nun zu einer elendig langen, fast schon grotesken Lobeshymne über den US-amerikanischen Stand-Up Comedian Bill Hicks ansetzen, über seine Radikalität, seine Schärfe, seinen großartigen Humor und vor allem über seine schmerzhafte Kompromisslosigkeit. Ich könnte sagen, dass fast kein Tag vergeht, an dem ich mir nicht mindestens einen YouTube-Ausschnitt aus seinen Programmen anschaue. Dass seine teils über 20 Jahre alten Einlassungen zur
US-Politik und seinen Kriegstreibern:
"You know what bugged me about the whole election? They totaly reduced us to this whole worship of money, and that's what they made the whole election about, was taxes, voting with your wallet. People say to me 'Bill, you vote for Clinton, he's gonna raise your taxes. M'kay? I mean, he may tell you he's not, but he's gonna. A vote for Clinton is a vote for higher taxes, Bill.' See, I have news for you, folks. There's other reasons not to vote for George Bush than taxes, OK? I don't know what's happened to us as a world, maybe twelve years of republicanism has made us think this way, but the reason I didn't vote for Bush is because George Bush -along with Ronald Reagan- presided over an administration whose policies toward South America included genocide. So yeah, ya see? The reason I didn't vote for him? 'Cause he's a mass murderer. I'll pay the extra nickel on petrol, just knowing brown kids aren't being clubbed to death like baby seals in Honduras, so Pepsi can put a plant down there."
"We're a virus with shoes, and that's all we are."
"Its just a ride, and we can change it any time we want, its only a choice, no effort, no work no job, job, no savings of money, a choice right now between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, and buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Heres what we can do to change the world right now to a better ride; Take all that money we spend on weapons and defence each year and instead spend it on feeding clothing and educating the poor of the world which it would many times over, not one human being excluded and we can explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace."
"What happened was Oswald's gun went off, causing an echo to echo through the buildings of Dealey Plaza and the echo went by the limo on the left up into the grassy knoll hitting some leaves causing dust to fly out which 56 witnesses testified was a gun shot, cos immediately... Kennedy's head went over. But the reason his head went over is cause the echo went by the motorcade one the left and he went "What was that?"
So there, we have figured it out. Go back to bed America, your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed America, your government is in control again. Here. Here's American Gladiators. Watch this. Shut up! Go back to bed America. Here's American Gladiators. Here's 56 channels of it. Watch these pituitary retards bang their fuckin skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go America, you are free, to do as we tell you, you are free, to do as we tell you."
über Corporate Rockstars
"We're rock stars who do Pepsi Cola commercials!" Luckily Satan's dick has many heads, so all these little demon piglets can nuzzle up and suckle all at once. Here comes a fella named Vanilla Ice. Here comes MC Hammer. Here's Madonna with two heads. Suckin' Satan's pecker. Suck it! It's only you're dignity. Suck it! It's only your dignity! Suck it! . . . I am available for children's parties, by the way."
über Backward Masking
"Remember that a few years ago, you play albums backwards there are satanic messages? Let me tell you something, if you've ever sat around playing your albums backwards, you are Satan. Don't look any further."
oder über den zweiten Golfkrieg
"It was a very stressful time for me, the war. I'll tell you why - I was in the unenviable position of being for the war, but against the troops. And ah... Not the most popular stance I've ever taken on an issue."
auch heute noch aktuell, wahr (aber sowas von wahr!) und richtig (ABER SOWAS VON RICHTIG!!!) sind, dass ich ihn jeden Tag aufs Neue vermisse.
Einen tollen Hintergrundbericht über Bill, sein Leben und leider auch sein Sterben (Hicks starb 1994 an Bauchspeicheldrüsenkrebs) stand vor einigen Jahren in der Satirezeitschrift Titanic. Oliver Nagel war der Autor und Gott sei Dank haben die Jungs die "Humorkritik Spezial" in ihrem Online-Angebot hinterlegt. Besser als Oliver könnte ich es sowieso nicht ausdrücken. Sehr lesenswert:
»Not all drugs are good. Some of them are great!«
Und zum krönenden Abschluss: Bill Hicks über das Rauchen. EPIC!