Long Live Goatboy!

Tomorrow marks the 10th anniversary of the passing of late comedian Bill Hicks, who regretably died of cancer on February 26, 1994. Hicks was, by far, the greatest standup comic of the modern era—well, in so far as conspiracy theorists and psychedelic enthusiasts like myself are concerned. He hit upon subjects that others were afraid to touch, from evangelic Christianity to the Kennedy assassination, and did so with a remarkable wit that could bring reason to surface in the most dimwitted and befuddled of characters. 10 years after his passing, Hicks' legacy lives on—his routine becoming ever more popular with a generation that wasn't old enough to grok him his first time around. And deservedly so. His commentaries are timeless, such as that on the first Iraq war—which applies still yet to the current one; as well as his stance on marijuana and psychedelics as an evolutionary catalyst, which I myself draw upon in the first chapter of my book on Jews and drugs. Hicks was a bloomin' freakin' genius, I believe, and we are blessed to have had the short time we'd been granted with him.

In commemoration, I've posted his final HBO special, Revelations, to the APE. If you don't know what the APE is, I guess that's too bad. For those seeking initiation (an invitation I extend exclusively to Jakeneck staff), please contact me.