Insomnia Cures
May. 7th, 2006 02:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianSomething's just occurred to me.
I can't sleep. Therefore, I decided that I should relax a little. And went through my iTunes playlist until I found something that I consider soothing. And found something, and now I feel that I can go and get some sleep. What has occurred to me is that it is bizarre that my 'relax and soothe and let me get to sleep' choice is Bill Hicks ranting and raving about the military. Iraqis with muskets.
"America won a war with these!"
"Yeah, a hundred years ago!!! *sssssssssst*"
"What's that?"
"MUSKET REPELLENT!"
It also occurs to me that Bill Hicks is sitting in the afterlife or whatever, looking down at America as it goes progressively down the shitter, and saying, "Now, on the one hand, there is enough material in that country to keep me ranting for a thousand years. On the other hand, not even I have enough profanity to fully capture the essence of 21st century America. So fuck, I'm glad I'm not there."
Bill Hicks, your country needs you. So crawl out of your grave, wave your flag of your parents fucking a la French revolutionary on the barricades, and give that stupid, selfish, warmongering, "My Pet Goat"-reading, redneck dopey grinning fuckwit in the White House what for, you lazy prick! Bush really needs to have the zombified corpse of Bill Hicks right up in his face, croaking, "You scrawny, right wing, fear-mongering piece of sucker of Satan’s COCK! YOU SUCK SATAN’S COCK! YOU CHICKEN-NECKED LITTLE FUCKING CRACKER!" You know, a la Jesse Helms sketch.
Hell, I'd pay really good money to see that happen. And that's the mental image I will carry with me into sleep. There are worse images. I see them on the news sometimes.
I can't sleep. Therefore, I decided that I should relax a little. And went through my iTunes playlist until I found something that I consider soothing. And found something, and now I feel that I can go and get some sleep. What has occurred to me is that it is bizarre that my 'relax and soothe and let me get to sleep' choice is Bill Hicks ranting and raving about the military. Iraqis with muskets.
"America won a war with these!"
"Yeah, a hundred years ago!!! *sssssssssst*"
"What's that?"
"MUSKET REPELLENT!"
It also occurs to me that Bill Hicks is sitting in the afterlife or whatever, looking down at America as it goes progressively down the shitter, and saying, "Now, on the one hand, there is enough material in that country to keep me ranting for a thousand years. On the other hand, not even I have enough profanity to fully capture the essence of 21st century America. So fuck, I'm glad I'm not there."
Bill Hicks, your country needs you. So crawl out of your grave, wave your flag of your parents fucking a la French revolutionary on the barricades, and give that stupid, selfish, warmongering, "My Pet Goat"-reading, redneck dopey grinning fuckwit in the White House what for, you lazy prick! Bush really needs to have the zombified corpse of Bill Hicks right up in his face, croaking, "You scrawny, right wing, fear-mongering piece of sucker of Satan’s COCK! YOU SUCK SATAN’S COCK! YOU CHICKEN-NECKED LITTLE FUCKING CRACKER!" You know, a la Jesse Helms sketch.
Hell, I'd pay really good money to see that happen. And that's the mental image I will carry with me into sleep. There are worse images. I see them on the news sometimes.